Mel. See what starts you make into your hatred to my love and freedom to you.— I come with resolution to obtain a suit of you.
Cal. A suit of me! 'tis very like it should be granted, Sir.
Mel. Nay, go not hence;
'Tis this; you have the keeping of the Fort,
And I would wish you by the love you ought
To bear unto me, to deliver it into my hands.
Cal. I am in hope that thou art mad, to talk to me thus.
Mel. But there is a reason to move you to it. I would kill the King that wrong'd you and your daughter.
Cal. Out Traytor!
Mel. Nay but stay; I cannot scape, the deed once done,
Without I have this fort.
Cal. And should I help thee? now thy treacherous mind
betrays it self.
Mel. Come, delay me not;
Give me a sudden answer, or already
Thy last is spoke; refuse not offered love,
When it comes clad in secrets.
Cal. If I say I will not, he will kill me, I do see't writ In his looks; and should I say I will, he'l run and tell the King: I do not shun your friendship dear Melantius, But this cause is weighty, give me but an hour to think.