_Mel_. I did. _Cal_. My Lord she must not sit there. _Mel_. Why? _Cal_. The place is kept for women of more worth. _Mel_. More worth than she? it mis-becomes your Age And place to be thus womanish; forbear; What you have spoke, I am content to think The Palsey shook your tongue to. _Cal_. Why 'tis well if I stand here to place mens wenches. _Mel_. I shall forget this place, thy Age, my safety, and through all, cut that poor sickly week thou hast to live, away from thee. _Cal_. Nay, I know you can fight for your Whore. _Mel_. Bate the King, and be he flesh and blood, He lyes that saies it, thy mother at fifteen Was black and sinful to her. _Diag_. Good my Lord! _Mel_. Some god pluck threescore years from that fond man, That I may kill him, and not stain mine honour; It is the curse of Souldiers, that in peace They shall be brain'd by such ignoble men, As (if the Land were troubled) would with tears And knees beg succour from 'em: would that blood (That sea of blood) that I have lost in fight, Were running in thy veins, that it might make thee Apt to say less, or able to maintain, Shouldst thou say more,--This _Rhodes_ I see is nought But a place priviledg'd to do men wrong. _Cal_. I, you may say your pleasure. [_Enter Amintor_. _Amint_. What vilde injury Has stirr'd my worthy friend, who is as slow To fight with words, as he is quick of hand? _Mel_. That heap of age which I should reverence If it were temperate: but testy years Are most contemptible. _Amint_. Good Sir forbear. _Cal_. There is just such another as your self. _Amint_. He will wrong you, or me, or any man, And talk as if he had no life to lose Since this our match: the King is coming in, I would not for more wealth than I enjoy, He should perceive you raging, he did hear You were at difference now, which hastned him. _Cal_. Make room there. _Hoboyes play within_. _Enter King, Evadne, Aspatia, Lords and Ladies_. _King_. _Melantius_, thou art welcome, and my love Is with thee still; but this is not a place To brabble in; _Calianax_, joyn hands. _Cal_. He shall not have my hand. _King_. This is no time To force you to't, I do love you both: _Calianax_, you look well to your Office; And you _Melantius_ are welcome home; begin the Mask.