Mel. Take it—I know this goes unto the King,
But I am arm'd.
[Ex. Melant.
Cal. Me thinks I feel my self
But twenty now agen; this fighting fool
Wants Policy; I shall revenge my Girl,
And make her red again; I pray, my legs
Will last that pace that I will carry them,
I shall want breath before I find the King.
Actus Quartus.
Enter Melantius, Evadne, and a Lady.
Mel. Save you.
Evad. Save you sweet Brother.
Mel. In my blunt eye methinks you look Evadne.
Evad. Come, you would make me blush.
Mel. I would Evadne, I shall displease my ends else.
Evad. You shall if you command me; I am bashful;
Come Sir, how do I look?