Cal. That's all one;
I'le not be hanged hereafter by a trick;
I'le have it in.
Mel. You shall, you shall;
Come to the back gate, and we'l call you King,
And give you up the Fort.
Lis. Away, away.
[Exeunt Omnes.
Enter Aspatia in mans apparel.
Asp. This is my fatal hour; heaven may forgive
My rash attempt, that causelesly hath laid
Griefs on me that will never let me rest:
And put a Womans heart into my brest;
It is more honour for you that I die;
For she that can endure the misery
That I have on me, and be patient too,
May live, and laugh at all that you can do.
God save you Sir.
[Enter Servant.
Ser. And you Sir; what's your business?
Asp. With you Sir now, to do me the Office To help me to you[r] Lord.
Ser. What, would you serve him?
Asp. I'le do him any service; but to haste, For my affairs are earnest, I desire to speak with him.