_Evad_. I understand you not.

_Mel_. You dare not, Fool;
They that commit thy faults, fly the remembrance.

_Evad_. My faults, Sir! I would have you know I care not
If they were written here, here in my forehead.

_Mel_. Thy body is too little for the story,
The lusts of which would fill another woman,
Though she had Twins within her.

_Evad_. This is saucy;
Look you intrude no more, there lies your way.

_Mel_. Thou art my way, and I will tread upon thee,
Till I find truth out.

_Evad_. What truth is that you look for?

_Mel_. Thy long-lost honour: would the Gods had set me
One of their loudest bolts; come tell me quickly,
Do it without enforcement, and take heed
You swell me not above my temper.

_Evad_. How Sir? where got you this report?

_Mel_. Where there was people in every place.

_Evad_. They and the seconds of it are base people;