_King_. Some that love him, get him to bed: Why, pity should not let age make it self contemptible; we must be all old, have him away. _Mel. Calianax_, the King believes you; come, you shall go Home, and rest; you ha' done well; you'l give it up When I have us'd you thus a moneth I hope. _Cal_. Now, now, 'tis plain Sir, he does move me still; He sayes he knows I'le give him up the Fort, When he has us'd me thus a moneth: I am mad, Am I not still? _Omnes_. Ha, ha, ha! _Cal_. I shall be mad indeed, if you do thus; Why would you trust a sturdy fellow there (That has no vertue in him, all's in his sword) Before me? do but take his weapons from him, And he's an Ass, and I am a very fool, Both with him, and without him, as you use me. _Omnes_. Ha, ha, ha! _King_. 'Tis well _Calianax_; but if you use This once again, I shall intreat some other To see your Offices be well discharg'd. Be merry Gentlemen, it grows somewhat late. _Amintor_, thou wouldest be abed again. _Amin_. Yes Sir. _King_. And you _Evadne_; let me take thee in my arms, _Melantius_, and believe thou art as thou deservest to be, my friend still, and for ever. Good _Calianax_, Sleep soundly, it will bring thee to thy self. [_Exeunt omnes. Manent Mel_. and _Cal_. _Cal_. Sleep soundly! I sleep soundly now I hope, I could not be thus else. How dar'st thou stay Alone with me, knowing how thou hast used me? _Mel_. You cannot blast me with your tongue, And that's the strongest part you have about you. _Cal_. I do look for some great punishment for this, For I begin to forget all my hate, And tak't unkindly that mine enemy Should use me so extraordinarily scurvily. _Mel_. I shall melt too, if you begin to take Unkindnesses: I never meant you hurt. _Cal_. Thou'lt anger me again; thou wretched rogue, Meant me no hurt! disgrace me with the King; Lose all my Offices! this is no hurt, Is it? I prethee what dost thou call hurt? _Mel_. To poyson men because they love me not; To call the credit of mens Wives in question; To murder children betwixt me and land; this is all hurt. _Cal_. All this thou think'st is sport; For mine is worse: but use thy will with me; For betwixt grief and anger I could cry. _Mel_. Be wise then, and be safe; thou may'st revenge.