_King_. Not to instruct your knowledge, but to shew you my ears are every where, you meant to kill me, and get the Fort to scape. _Mel_. Pardon me Sir; my bluntness will be pardoned: You preserve A race of idle people here about you, Eaters, and talkers, to defame the worth Of those that do things worthy; the man that uttered this Had perisht without food, be't who it will, But for this arm that fenc't him from the foe. And if I thought you gave a faith to this, The plainness of my nature would speak more; Give me a pardon (for you ought to do't) To kill him that spake this. _Cal_. I, that will be the end of all, Then I am fairly paid for all my care and service. _Mel_. That old man who calls me enemy, and of whom I (Though I will never match my hate so low) Have no good thought, would yet I think excuse me, And swear he thought me wrong'd in this. _Cal_. Who I, thou shameless fellow! didst thou not speak to me of it thy self? _Mel_. O then it came from him. _Cal_. From me! who should it come from but from me? _Mel_. Nay, I believe your malice is enough, But I ha' lost my anger. Sir, I hope you are well satisfied. _King_. _Lisip_. Chear _Amintor_ and his Lady; there's no sound Comes from you; I will come and do't my self. _Amin_. You have done already Sir for me, I thank you. _King_. _Melantius_, I do credit this from him, How slight so e're you mak't. _Mel_. 'Tis strange you should. _Cal_. 'Tis strange he should believe an old mans word, That never lied in his life.