Cal. Nay, I do not love thee yet:
I cannot well endure to look on thee:
And if I thought it were a courtesie,
Thou should'st not have it: but I am disgrac'd;
My Offices are to be ta'ne away;
And if I did but hold this Fort a day,
I do believe the King would take it from me,
And give it thee, things are so strangely carried;
Nere thank me for't; but yet the King shall know
There was some such thing in't I told him of;
And that I was an honest man.
Mel. Hee'l buy that knowledge very dearly.
[Enter Diphilus.
What news with thee?
Diph. This were a night indeed to do it in; The King hath sent for her.
Mel. She shall perform it then; go Diphilus, And take from this good man, my worthy friend, The Fort; he'l give it thee.
Diph. Ha' you got that?
Cal. Art thou of the same breed? canst thou deny This to the King too?
Diph. With a confidence as great as his.
Cal. Faith, like enough.