_King_. Why where's all the company? call _Amintor_ in.
_Evadne_, where's my Brother, and _Melantius_?
Bid him come too, and _Diphilus_; call all

[_Exit Strato_.

That are without there: if he should desire
The combat of you, 'tis not in the power
Of all our Laws to hinder it, unless we mean to
quit 'em.

_Cal_. Why if you do think
'Tis fit an old Man and a Counsellor,
To fight for what he sayes, then you may grant it.

_Enter Amin. Evad. Mel. Diph. [Lisip.] Cle. Stra. Diag_.

_King_. Come Sirs, _Amintor_ thou art yet a Bridegroom,
And I will use thee so: thou shalt sit down;
_Evadne_ sit, and you _Amintor_ too;
This Banquet is for you, sir: Who has brought
A merry Tale about him, to raise a laughter
Amongst our wine? why _Strato_, where art thou?
Thou wilt chop out with them unseasonably
When I desire 'em not.

_Strato_. 'Tis my ill luck Sir, so to spend them then.

_King_. Reach me a boul of wine: _Melantlius_, thou art sad.