Evad. My faults, Sir! I would have you know I care not
If they were written here, here in my forehead.
Mel. Thy body is too little for the story,
The lusts of which would fill another woman,
Though she had Twins within her.
Evad. This is saucy;
Look you intrude no more, there lies your way.
Mel. Thou art my way, and I will tread upon thee,
Till I find truth out.
Evad. What truth is that you look for?
Mel. Thy long-lost honour: would the Gods had set me
One of their loudest bolts; come tell me quickly,
Do it without enforcement, and take heed
You swell me not above my temper.
Evad. How Sir? where got you this report?
Mel. Where there was people in every place.
Evad. They and the seconds of it are base people; Believe them not, they lyed.
Mel. Do not play with mine anger, do not Wretch, I come to know that desperate Fool that drew thee From thy fair life; be wise, and lay him open.