[Exit Strato.
That are without there: if he should desire
The combat of you, 'tis not in the power
Of all our Laws to hinder it, unless we mean to
quit 'em.
Cal. Why if you do think
'Tis fit an old Man and a Counsellor,
To fight for what he sayes, then you may grant it.
Enter Amin. Evad. Mel. Diph. [Lisip.] Cle. Stra. Diag.
King. Come Sirs, Amintor thou art yet a Bridegroom,
And I will use thee so: thou shalt sit down;
Evadne sit, and you Amintor too;
This Banquet is for you, sir: Who has brought
A merry Tale about him, to raise a laughter
Amongst our wine? why Strato, where art thou?
Thou wilt chop out with them unseasonably
When I desire 'em not.
Strato. 'Tis my ill luck Sir, so to spend them then.
King. Reach me a boul of wine: Melantlius, thou art sad.
Amin. I should be Sir the merriest here, But I ha' ne're a story of mine own Worth telling at this time.
King. Give me the Wine. Melantius, I am now considering How easie 'twere for any man we trust To poyson one of us in such a boul.
Mel. I think it were not hard Sir, for a Knave.