[_Enter Diphilus_.

_Diph_. Yonder has been such laughing.

_Mel_. Betwixt whom?

_Diph_. Why, our Sister and the King,
I thought their spleens would break,
They laught us all out of the room.

_Mel_. They must weep, _Diphilus_.

_Diph_. Must they?

_Mel_. They must: thou art my Brother, and if I did believe
Thou hadst a base thought, I would rip it out,
Lie where it durst.

_Diph_. You should not, I would first mangle my self and find it.

_Mel_. That was spoke according to our strain; come
Joyn thy hands to mine,
And swear a firmness to what project I shall lay
before thee.

_Diph_. You do wrong us both;
People hereafter shall not say there past
A bond more than our loves, to tie our lives
And deaths together.