_Mel_. Come, delay me not;
Give me a sudden answer, or already
Thy last is spoke; refuse not offered love,
When it comes clad in secrets.

_Cal_. If I say I will not, he will kill me, I do see't writ
In his looks; and should I say I will, he'l run
and tell the
King: I do not shun your friendship
dear _Melantius_,
But this cause is weighty, give me but an hour
to think.

_Mel_. Take it--I know this goes unto the King,
But I am arm'd.
[_Ex. Melant_.

_Cal_. Me thinks I feel my self
But twenty now agen; this fighting fool
Wants Policy; I shall revenge my Girl,
And make her red again; I pray, my legs
Will last that pace that I will carry them,
I shall want breath before I find the King.



_Actus Quartus_.