Mel. Were he known, unpossible.
King. It would be known, Melantius.
Mel. It ought to be, if he got then away He must wear all our lives upon his sword, He need not fly the Island, he must leave no one alive.
King. No, I should think no man Could kill me and scape clear, but that old man.
Cal. But I! heaven bless me: I, should I my Liege?
King. I do not think thou wouldst, but yet thou might'st,
For thou hast in thy hands the means to scape,
By keeping of the Fort; he has, Melantius, and he has
kept it well.
Mel. From cobwebs Sir,
'Tis clean swept: I can find no other Art
In keeping of it now, 'twas ne're besieg'd since he
commanded.
Cal. I shall be sure of your good word,
But I have kept it safe from such as you.
Mel. Keep your ill temper in, I speak no malice; had my brother kept it I should ha' said as much.
King. You are not merry, brother; drink wine, Sit you all still! Calianax, [Aside. I cannot trust thus: I have thrown out words That would have fetcht warm blood upon the cheeks Of guilty men, and he is never mov'd, he knows no such thing.