Mel. I'll sacrifice my life for French poetry. [Advancing.
Dor. I'll die upon the spot for our country wit.
Rho. [to Melantha.] Hold, hold, young Mars! Palamede, draw back your hero.
Pala. 'Tis time; I shall be drawn in for a second else at the wrong weapon.
Mel. O that I were a man, for thy sake!
Dor. You'll be a man as soon as I shall.
Enter a Messenger to Rhodophil.
Mess. Sir, the king has instant business with you;
I saw the guard drawn up by your lieutenant,
Before the palace-gate, ready to march.
Rho. 'Tis somewhat sudden; say that I am coming. [Exit Messenger.
Now, Palamede, what think you of this sport?
This is some sudden tumult; will you along?
Pala. Yes, yes, I will go; but the devil take me if ever I was less in humour. Why the pox could they not have staid their tumult till to-morrow? Then I had done my business, and been ready for them. Truth is, I had a little transitory crime to have committed first; and I am the worst man in the world at repenting, till a sin be thoroughly done: But what shall we do with the two boys?