_Amint_. I hate mine as much. This 'tis to break a troth; I should be glad If all this tide of grief would make me mad. [_Exit_. _Enter Melantius_. _Mel_. I'le know the cause of all _Amintors_ griefs, Or friendship shall be idle. [_Enter Calianax_. _Cal_. O _Melantius_, my Daughter will die. _Mel_. Trust me, I am sorry; would thou hadst ta'ne her room. _Cal_. Thou art a slave, a cut-throat slave, a bloody treacherous slave. _Melan_. Take heed old man, thou wilt be heard to rave, And lose thine Offices. _Cal_. I am valiant grown At all these years, and thou art but a slave. _Mel_. Leave, some company will come, and I respect Thy years, not thee so much, that I could wish To laugh at thee alone. _Cal_. I'le spoil your mirth, I mean to fight with thee; There lie my Cloak, this was my Fathers Sword, And he durst fight; are you prepar'd? _Mel_. Why? wilt thou doat thy self out of thy life? Hence get thee to bed, have careful looking to, and eat warm things, and trouble not me: my head is full of thoughts more weighty than thy life or death can be. _Cal_. You have a name in War, when you stand safe Amongst a multitude; but I will try What you dare do unto a weak old man In single fight; you'l ground I fear: Come draw. _Mel_. I will not draw, unless thou pul'st thy death Upon thee with a stroke; there's no one blow That thou canst give, hath strength enough to kill me. Tempt me not so far then; the power of earth Shall not redeem thee. _Cal_. I must let him alone, He's stout and able; and to say the truth, However I may set a face, and talk, I am not valiant: when I was a youth, I kept my credit with a testie trick I had, Amongst cowards, but durst never fight. _Mel_. I will not promise to preserve your life if you do stay. _Cal_. I would give half my Land that I durst fight with that proud man a little: if I had men to hold, I would beat him, till he ask me mercy. _Mel_. Sir, will you be gone? _Cal_. I dare not stay, but I will go home, and beat my servants all over for this. [_Exit Calianax_.