Mel. Betwixt whom?
Diph. Why, our Sister and the King, I thought their spleens would break, They laught us all out of the room.
Mel. They must weep, Diphilus.
Diph. Must they?
Mel. They must: thou art my Brother, and if I did believe Thou hadst a base thought, I would rip it out, Lie where it durst.
Diph. You should not, I would first mangle my self and find it.
Mel. That was spoke according to our strain; come
Joyn thy hands to mine,
And swear a firmness to what project I shall lay
before thee.
Diph. You do wrong us both;
People hereafter shall not say there past
A bond more than our loves, to tie our lives
And deaths together.
Mel. It is as nobly said as I would wish;
Anon I'le tell you wonders; we are wrong'd.
Diph. But I will tell you now, wee'l right our selves.