Mel. I have none against him.
Amint. Why, come then, and still remember we may not think revenge.
Mel. I will remember.
Actus Quintus.
Enter Evadne and a Gentleman.
Evad. Sir, is the King abed?
Gent. Madam, an hour ago.
Evad. Give me the key then, and let none be near;
'Tis the Kings pleasure.
Gent. I understand you Madam, would 'twere mine.
I must not wish good rest unto your Ladiship.
Evad. You talk, you talk.