Mel. Away, and use him kindly.
Cal. Touch not me, I hate the whole strain: if thou follow me a great way off, I'le give thee up the Fort; and hang your selves.
Mel. Be gone.
Diph. He's finely wrought.
[Exeunt Cal. Diph.
Mel. This is a night in spite of Astronomers To do the deed in; I will wash the stain That rests upon our House, off with his blood.
Enter Amintor.
Amin. Melantius, now assist me if thou beest That which thou say'st, assist me: I have lost All my distempers, and have found a rage so pleasing; help me.
Mel. Who can see him thus, And not swear vengeance? what's the matter friend?
Amin. Out with thy sword; and hand in hand with me Rush to the Chamber of this hated King, And sink him with the weight of all his sins to hell for ever.