[Enter Melantius.
The Land by me welcomes thy vertues home to Rhodes, thou that with blood abroad buyest us our peace; the breath of King is like the breath of Gods; My brother wisht thee here, and thou art here; he will be too kind, and weary thee with often welcomes; but the time doth give thee a welcome above this or all the worlds.
Mel. My Lord, my thanks; but these scratcht limbs of mine have spoke my love and truth unto my friends, more than my tongue ere could: my mind's the same it ever was to you; where I find worth, I love the keeper, till he let it go, And then I follow it.
Diph. Hail worthy brother!
He that rejoyces not at your return
In safety, is mine enemy for ever.
Mel. I thank thee Diphilus: but thou art faulty;
I sent for thee to exercise thine armes
With me at Patria: thou cam'st not Diphilus: 'Twas
ill.
Diph. My noble brother, my excuse
Is my King's strict command, which you my Lord
Can witness with me.
Lys. 'Tis true Melantius,
He might not come till the solemnity
Of this great match were past.
Diph. Have you heard of it?
Mel. Yes, I have given cause to those that
Envy my deeds abroad, to call me gamesome;
I have no other business here at Rhodes.
Lys. We have a Mask to night,
And you must tread a Soldiers measure.