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The Maid's Tragedy — Act 4 Sc 2

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Banquet. Enter King and Calianax—Hautboys play within.

whilst a rogue with strong arms cuts your throat.

King.Well, I will try him; and, if this be true,

I'll pawn my life I'll find it. If't be false,

And that you clothe your hate in such a lie,

You shall hereafter dote in your own house,

Not in the court.

Cal.Why, if it be a lie,

Mine ears are false; for, I'll be sworn, I heard it.

Old men are good for nothing: You were best

Put me to death for hearing, and free him

For meaning it. You would have trusted me

Once, but the time is alter'd.

King.And will still,

Where I may do with justice to the world:

You have no witness?

Cal.Yes, myself.

King.No more,

I mean, there were that heard it.

Cal.How! no more?

Would you have more? why, am not I enough

To hang a thousand rogues?

King.But, so, you may

Hang honest men too, if you please.

Cal.I may!

'Tis like I will do so: There are a hundred

Will swear it for a need too, if I say it——

King.Such witnesses we need not.

Cal.And 'tis hard

If my word cannot hang a boisterous knave.

King.Enough.—Where's Strato?

Stra.Sir!

Enter Strato.

But I have ne'er a Story of my own

Worth telling at this time.

King.Give me the Wine.

Melantius, I am now considering

How easie 'twere for any Man we trust

To poyson one of us in such a Bowl.

Mel.I think it were not hard Sir, for a Knave.

Cal.Such as you are.

King.I'faith 'twere easie, it becomes us well

To get plain dealing men about our selves,

Such as you all are here. Amintor, to thee,

And to thy fair Evadne.

Mel.Have you thought of this, Calianax?.mw-parser-output .wst-floatright{float:right;text-indent:0}[Aside.

Cal.Yes marry have I.

Mel.And what's your Resolution?

Cal.You shall have it soundly.

King.Reach to Amintor, Strato.

Amin.Here my Love,

This wine will do thee wrong, for it will set

Blushes upon thy Cheeks, and 'till thou dost a Fault, 'twere Pity.

King.Yet I wonder much

At the strange desperation of these Men,

That dare attempt such Acts here in our State;

He could not escape that did it.

Mel.Were he known, unpossible.

King.It would be known, Melantius.

Mel.It ought to be, if he got then away

He must wear all our Lives upon his Sword,

He need not fly the Island, he must leave no one alive.

King.No, I should think no Man

Cou'd kill me and scape clear, but that old Man.

Cal.But I! Heav'n bless me: I, should I my Liege?

King.I do not think thou wouldst, but yet thou might'st,

For thou hast in thy hands the means to 'scape,

By keeping of the fort; he has, Melantius, and he has kept it well.

Mel.From Cobwebs Sir,

'Tis clean swept: I can find no other Art

In keeping of it now, 'twas ne'er Besieg'd since he commanded.

Cal.I shall be sure of your good Word,

But I have kept it safe from such as you.

Mel.Keep your ill temper in, I speak no Malice;

Had my Brother kept it I should ha' said as much.

King.You are not merry, Brother, drink Wine,

Sit you all still! Calianax, [Aside.

I cannot trust thus: I have thrown out Words

That would have fetcht warm Blood upon the Cheeks

Of guilty Men, and he is never mov'd, he knows no such thing.

Cal.Impudence may 'scape,

When feeble virtue is accused.

King.He must,

If he were guilty, feel an alteration

At this our whisper, whilst we point at him:

You see he does not.

Cal.Let him hang himself:

What care I what he does? This he did say.

King.Melantius, you can easily conceive

What I have meant; for men that are in fault

Can subtly apprehend, when others aim

At what they do amiss: But I forgive

Freely, before this man. Heaven do so too!

I will not touch thee, so much as with shame

Of telling it. Let it be so no more.

Cal.Why, this is very fine.

Mel.I cannot tell

What 'tis you mean; but I am apt enough

Rudely to thrust into an ignorant fault.

But let me know it: Happily, 'tis nought

But misconstruction; and, where I am clear,

I will not take forgiveness of the gods,

Much less of you.

King.Nay, if you stand so stiff

I shall call back my mercy.

Mel.I want smoothness

To thank a man for pardoning of a crime

I never knew.

King.Not to instruct your knowledge, but to show you

My ears are everywhere, you meant to kill me,

And get the fort to 'scape.

Mel.Pardon me, sir;

My bluntness will be pardoned: You preserve

A race of idle people here about you,

Facers and talkers, to defame the worth

Of those that do things worthy. The man that utter'd this

Had perish'd without food, be't who it will,

But for this arm, that fenced him from the foe.

And if I thought you gave a faith to this,

The plainness of my nature would speak more.

Give me a pardon (for you ought to do't)

To kill him that spake this.

Cal.Ay, that will be

The end of all: Then I am fairly paid

For all my care and service.

Mel.That old man,

Who calls me enemy, and of whom I

(Though I will never match my hate so low)

Have no good thought, would yet, I think, excuse me,

And swear he thought me wrong'd in this.

Cal.Who—I?

Thou shameless fellow! Didst thou not speak to me

Of it thyself?

Mel.Oh, then it came from him?

Cal.From me I who should it come from, but from me?

Mel.Nay, I believe your malice is enough:

But I ha' lost my Anger. Sir, I hope you are well satisfied.

King.Lysippus, cheer Amintor and his lady; there's no sound

Comes from you; I will come and do't my self.

Amin.You have done already Sir for me, I thank you.

King.Melantius, I do credit this from him,

How slight soe'er you make't.

Mel.'Tis strange you should.

Cal.'Tis strange he should believe an old man's word

That never lied in's life.

Mel.I talk not to thee!—

Shall the wild words of this distemper'd man,

Frantic with age and sorrow, make a breach

Betwixt your majesty and me? 'Twas wrong

To hearken to him; but to credit him,

As much, at least, as I have power to bear.

But pardon me—whilst I speak only truth,

I may commend myself—I have bestow'd

My careless blood with you, and should be loth

To think an action that would make me lose

That, and my thanks too. When I was a boy,

I thrust myself into my country's cause,

And did a deed that pluck'd five years from time,

And styled me man then. And for you, my king,

Your subjects all have fed by virtue of

My arm. This sword of mine hath plough'd the ground,

And reapt the fruit in peace;

And you yourself have lived at home in ease.

So terrible I grew, that, without swords,

My name hath fetch'd you conquest: And my heart

And limbs are still the same: my will as great

To do you service. Let me not be paid

With such a strange distrust.

King.Melantius, I held it great Injustice to believe

Thine enemy, and did not; if I did,

I do not; let that satisfy.—What, struck

With sadness all? More wine!

Cal.A few fine words have overthrown my truth:

Ah, thou'rt a villain!

Mel.Why thou wert better let me have the Fort,

Dotard, I will disgrace thee thus for ever; [Aside.

There shall no credit lye upon thy Words;

Think better, and deliver it.

Cal.My liege,

He's at me now again to do it.—Speak;

Deny it, if thou canst.—Examine him

While he is hot; for if he cool again,

He will forswear it.

King.This is lunacy, I hope, Melantius

Mel.He hath lost himself

Much, since his daughter miss'd the happiness

My sister gain'd; and, though he call me Foe, I pity him.

Cal.Pity! A Pox upon you!

Mel.Mark his disorder'd Words, and at the Mask,

Diagoras knows, he raged, and rail'd at me,

And call'd a lady whore, so innocent

She understood him not. But it becomes

Both you and me too to forgive distraction:

Pardon him, as I do.

Cal.I'll not speak for thee,

For all thy cunning.—If you will be safe,

Chop off his head; for there was never known

So impudent a rascal.

King.Some, that love him

Get him to bed. Why, pity should not let

Age make itself contemptible; we must be

All old; have him away.

Mel.Calianax, the King believes you; come you shall go

Home, and rest; you have done well. You'll give it up

When I have used you thus a month, I hope.

Cal.Now, now, tis plain, sir; he does move me still.

he says, he knows I'll give him up the fort,

When he has used me thus a month. I am mad,

Am I not, still?

Omnes.Ha, ha, ha!

Cal.I shall be mad indeed, if you do thus!

Why should you trust a sturdy fellow there

(That has no virtue in him; all's in his sword)

Before me? Do but take his weapons from him,

And he's an ass; and I'm a very fool,

Both with him, and without him, as you use me.

Omnes.Ha, ha, ha!

King.'Tis well, Calianax; but if you use

This once again, I shall entreat some other

To see your offices be well discharged.

Be merry, gentlemen; it grows somewhat late.—

Amintor, thou wouldst be a-bed again.

Amin.Yes, sir.

King.And you, Evadne.—Let me take

Thee in my arms, Melantius, and believe

Thou art, as thou deserv'st to be, my friend

Still, and for ever.—Good Calianax,

Sleep soundly; it will bring thee to thyself.

[Exeunt all but Mel. and Cal.

Cal.Sleep soundly! I sleep soundly now, I hope;

I could not be thus else.—How darest thou stay

Alone with me, knowing how thou hast used me?

Mel.You cannot blast me with your tongue, and that's

The strongest part you have about you.

Cal.I do look for some great Punishment for this,

For I begin to forget all my Hate,

And take't unkindly that mine Enemy

Should use me so extraordinarily scurvily.

Mel.I shall melt too, if you begin to take

Unkindnesses: I never meant you hurt.

Cal.Thou'lt anger me again; thou wretched Rogue,

Meant me no hurt! Disgrace me with the King;

Lose all my Offices! This is no hurt,

Is it? I prethee what dost thou call hurt?

Mel.To poison Men, because they love me not;

To call the credit of Mens Wives in question;

To murder Children betwixt me and Land; this is all hurt.

Cal.All this thou think'st is sport;

For mine is worse: But use thy will with me;

For betwixt Grief and Anger, I cou'd cry.

Mel.Be wise then, and be safe; thou may'st revenge.

Cal.Ay, o' the King? I wou'd revenge of thee.

Mel.That you must plot your self.

Cal.I am a fine Plotter.

Mel.The short is, I will hold thee with the King

In this perplexity, till peevishness

And thy Disgrace have laid thee in thy Grave:

But if thou wilt deliver up the Fort,

I'll take thy trembling Body in my Arms,

And bear thee over Dangers; thou shalt have thy wonted state.

Cal.If I should tell the King, canst thou deny't again?

Mel.Try and believe.

Cal.Nay then, thou canst bring any thing about:

Thou shalt have the Fort.

Mel.Why well, here let our Hate be buried; and

This Hand shall right us both;

Give me thy aged Breast to compass.

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 shouldst not have it: But I am disgrac'd;

My Offices are to be ta'en 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;

Ne'er 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.He'll buy that Knowledge very dearly.

Enter Diphilus.

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'll give it thee.

Diph.Have 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.

Mel.Away, and use him kindly.

Cal.Touch not me;

I hate the whole strain. If thou follow me,

A great way off, I'll give thee up the fort;

And hang yourselves.

Mel.Be gone.

Diph.He's finely wrought. [Exeunt Cal. and Diph.

Mel.This is a Night, in spight of Astronomers,

To do the deed in; I will wash the stain

That rests upon our House, off with his Blood.

Enter Amintor.

Out of my Hand, and left me shaking here defenceless.

Mel.I will take it up for thee.

Amin.What a wild Beast is uncollected Man!

The thing that we call Honour, bears us all

Headlong unto Sin, and yet it self is nothing.

Mel.Alas, how variable are thy Thoughts!

Amin.Just like my Fortunes: I was run to that

I purpos'd to have chid thee for.

Some plot I did distrust thou hadst against the King

By that old Fellow's carriage: but take heed,

There's not the least Limb growing to a King

But carries Thunder in it.

Mel.I have none against him.

Amin.Why? come then, and still remember we may not think Revenge.

Mel.I will remember.

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