Mel. Fool, thou hast quitted thy appeal to heaven,
To stand to this.
Mal. Then I am lost for ever!
Mel. Thou art.
Mal. O why was I not warned before?
Mel. Yes, to repent; then thou hadst cheated me.
Mal. Add but a day, but half a day, an hour:
For sixty minutes, I'll forgive nine years.
Mel. No, not a moment's thought beyond my time.
Dispatch; 'tis much below me to attend
For one poor single fare.
Mal. So pitiless?
But yet I may command thee, and I will:
I love the Guise, even with my latest breath,
Beyond my soul, and my lost hopes of heaven:
I charge thee, by my short-lived power, disclose
What fate attends my master.
Mel. If he goes
To council when he next is called, he dies.
Mal. Who waits?