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King. But, prithee, I should think, by her Stra. I'faith, he does. Erad. I knew I should be mock’d.
And her red cheek, she should be quick and Diph. With a truth.
stirring Erad. If 'twere to do again, in faith, I would In this same business ; ha ? pot marry:
Amin. I cannot tell; I ne'er try'd other, sir ; Amin. Nor I, by Heav'n.
(Aside. But I perceive she is as quick as you deliver’d. Dipk. Sister, Ďula swears she heard you cry King. Well, you will trust me then, Amintor, two rooms off.
To chuse a wife for you again? Evad. Fie, how you talk !
Amin. No, never, sir. Diph. Let's see you walk, Evadne. By my King. Why? like you this so ill? troth, you're spoil'd.
Amin. So well I like her, Mel. Amintor!
For this I bow my knee in thanks to you, Amir. Ha!
And unto Heav'n will pay my grateful tribute Mel. Thou art sad.
Hourly; and do hope we shall draw out Amin. Who, I? I thank you for that. Shall A long contented life together here, Diphilus, thou, and I, sing a catch?
And die both, full of grey hairs, in one day: Mel. How!
For which the thanks are yours. But if the Amin. Prithee, let's.
Worthy to take her room.
And your lady. I have some speech with you,
[Ereunt all but King. Evad. and Amin. What, do you envy me? I walk, methinks, Amin. He will not tell me, that he lies with her? On water, and ne'er sink, I am so light. If he do, something heav'nly stay my heart, Mel. "Tis well you are so.
For I shall be apt to thrust this arm of mine Amin. Well? how can I be other, when she To acts unlawful ! looks thus.
King. You will suffer me to talk Is there no music there? let's dance.
With her, Amintor, and not have a jealous pang? Mel. Why, this is strange, Amintor!
Amin. Sir, I dare trust my wife with whom Amin. I do not know myself;
she dares Yet I could wish my joy were less.
To talk, and not be jealous.
Evad. As one that, to fulfill your will and plea
sure, Enter KING and LYSIPPUS.
I have given leave to call me wife and love. Amin. Where?
King. I see there is no lasting faith in sin; Stra. And his brother.
They, that break word with Heav'n, will break King. Good morrow, all !
again. Amintor, joy on joy fall thick upon thee! With all the world, and so dost thou with me. And, madam, you are alter'd since I saw you; Evad. How, sir? I must salute you; you are now another's. King. This subtle woman's ignorance How lik'd you your night's rest?
Will not excuse you: thou hast taken oaths, Evad, Ill, sir.
So great, methought, they did not well become Amin. Ay, 'deed,
A woman's mouth, that thou would’st ne'er enjoy She took but little.
A man but me. Lys. You'll let her take more,
Evad. I never did swear so; you do me wrong. And thank her too, shortly.
King. Day and night have heard it. King. Amintor, wert thou truly honest, 'till Evad. I swore, indeed, that I would never love Thou wert married ?
A man of lower place; but, if your fortune Amin. Yes, sir.
Should throw you from this height, I bade you trust King. Tell me, then, how shews the sport un- I would forsake you, and would bend to him, to thee?
That won your throne: I love with my ambition, Amin. Why, well .
Not with my eyes. But, if I ever yet King. What did you do?
Touch'd any other, leprosy light here Amin. No more nor less, than other couples use; Upon my face; which for your royalty You know, what 'tis ; it has but a coarse name. I would not stain!
King. Why, thou dissemblest, and it is in me Amin. You, that can know to wrong, should To punish thee.
know how men Evad. Why, it is in me, then,
Must right themselves : What punishment is due Not to love you, which will more afflict your From me to him, that shall abuse my bed? body,
Is it not death? Nor can that satisfy, Than your punishment can mine.
Unless I send your lives through all the land, King. But thou hast let Amintor lie with thee. To shew how nobly I have freed myself. Erad. I have not.
King. Draw not thy sword; thou know'st I King. Impudence! he says himself so.
cannot fear Erud. He lies.
A subject's hand; but thou shalt feel the weight King. He does not.
Of this, if thou dost rage. Evad. By this light he does, strangely and Amin. The weight of that! basely!
If you have any worth, for heaven's sake, think And I'll prove it I did not shun him
I fear not swords ; for as you are mere man,
dare think to do it. But there is King. Speak lower; 'tis false.
Divinity about you, that strikes dead Erud. I am no man,
My rising passions : As you are my king, To answer with a blow; or, if I were,
I fall before you, and present my sword You are the king! But urge me not; it is most To cut mine own flesh, if it be your will.
Alas! I am nothing but a multitude King. Do not I know the uncontrouled of walking griefs! Yet, should I murder you, thoughts,
I might before the world take the excuse That youth brings with him, when his blood is of madness: For, compare my injuries, high
And they will well appear too sad a weight With expectation, and desire of that
For reason to endure! But, fall I first He long hath waited for? Is not his spirit, Amongst my gorrows, ere my treacherous hand Though he be temperate, of a valiant strain Touch holy things! But why (I know not what As this our age hath known? What could he do, I have to say) why did you chuse out me If such a sudden speech had met his blood, To make thus wretched? There were thousand But ruin thee for ever? If he had not killed thee,
fools He could not bear it thus. He is as we,
Easy to work on, and of state enough, Or any other wrong'd man.
Within the island. Evad. It is dissembling.
Evad. I would not have a fool; King. Take him! farewell; henceforth I am It were no credit for me. thy foe;
Amin. Worse and worse! And what disgraces I can blot thee, look for. Thou, that dar’st talk unto thy husband thus, Erud. Stay, sir !-Amintor !—You shall hear. Profess thyself a whore, and, more than so, Amintor!
Resolve to be so still-It is
fate Amin. What, my love?
To bear and bow beneath a thousand griefs, Evud. Amintor, thou hast an ingenuous look, To keep that little credit with the world! And should'st be virtuous : It amazeth me, But there were wise ones too; you might have That thou canst make such base malicious lies!
ta'en Amin. What, my dear wife?
Another. Evad. Dear wife! I do despise thee.
king. No; for I believe thee honest, Why, nothing can be baser than to sow
As thou wert valiant. Dissention amongst lovers.
Amin. All the happiness, Amin. Lovers! who?
Bestow'd upon me, turns into disgrace. Evad. The king and me.
Gods, take your honesty again, for I Amin. 0, Heav'n !
Am loaden with it! Good my lord the king, Erad. Who should live long, and love without Be private in it. distaste,
hing. Thou may’st live, Amintor, Were it not for such pickthanks as thyself! Free as thy king, if thou wilt wink at this, Did you lie with me? Swear now, and be pu- And be a means, that we may meet in secret. nish'd
Amin. A bawd! Hold, hold, my breast ! A bitIn hell for this! Amin. The faithless sin I made
Seize me, if I forget not all respects, To fair Aspatia, is not yet reveng'dl;
That are religious, on another word It follows me. I will not lose a word
Sounded like that; and, through a sea of sins, To this vile woman: But to you, my king, Wil wade to my revenge, though I should call The anguish of my soul thrusts out this trutlı, Pains here, and after life, upon my soul ! You are a tyrant !
king. Well, I am resolute you lie not with her; And not so much to wrong an honest man thus, And so I leave you.
[Erit hindi As to take a pride in talking with him of it. Erad. You must needs be prating;
Erud. Now, sir, see how loud this feilow lied. | And see what follows.
Amin. Prithee, vex me not!
My servants all over for this. [Exit CALIĄNAX. Leave me! I am afraid some sudden start
Mel. This old fellow haunts me! Will pull a murder on me.
But the distracted carriage of my Amintor Erad. I am gone;
Takes deeply on me : I will find the cause. I love my life well.
[Erit EVADNE. I fear his conscience cries, he wronged Aspatia. Amin. I hate mine as much.
Enter AMINTOR. This ’tis to break a troth! I should be glad, If all this tide of grief would make me mad. Amin. Men's eyes are not so subtle to perceive
[Erit. My inward misery : I bear my grief,
Hid from the world. How art thou wretched, Enter MELANTIUS.
then ? Mel. I'll know the cause of all Amintor's griefs, For aught I know, all husbands are like me; Or friendship shall be idle.
And every one, I talk with of his wife,
Is but a well dissembler of his woes,
As I am.
'Would I knew it ; for the rareness Cal. O Melantius, my daughter will die.
Afflicts me now. Mel. Trust me, I am sorry.
Mel. Amintor, we have not enjoy’d our friend'Would thou hadst ta'en her room !
ship of late, for we were wont to change our souls Cal. Thou art a slave,
in talk. A cut-throat slave, a bloody treacherous slave! Amin, Melantius, I can tell thee a good jest Mel. Take heed, old man ; thou wilt be heard of Strato and a lady the last day. to rave,
Mel. How was't ? And lose thine offices.
Amin. Why, such an odd one ! Cal. I am valiant grown,
Mel. I have long'd to speak with you ; not of At all these years, and thou art but a slave ! an idle jest, that's forc’d, but of matter you are Jel. Leave! Some company will come, and I bound to utter to me. respect
Amin. What is that, my friend? Thy years, not thee, so much, that I could wish Mel. I have observ'd your words To langh at thee alone.
Fall from your tongue wildly; and all your carriage Cal. I'll spoil your mirth : I mean to fight Like one that strove to shew his merry mood, with thee.
When he were ill disposed : You were not wont There lie, my cloak! This was my father's sword, To put such scorn into your speech, or wear And he durst fight. Are you prepared ? Upon your face ridiculous jollity.
Hel. Why wilt thou doat thyself out of thy life? Some sadness sits here, which your cunning would Hence, get thee to bed! have careful looking to, Cover o'er with smiles, and 'twill not be. And eat warm things, and trouble not me: What is it? My head is full of thoughts, more weighty
Amin. A sadness here! what cause Than thy life or death can be.
Can fate provide for me, to make me so ? Cal. You have a name in war, where you stand Am I not lov'd through all this isle? The king safe
Rains greatness on me. Have I pot receiv'd Amongst a multitude; but I will try
A lady to my bed, that in her eye What you dare do unto a weak old man, Keeps mounting fire, and on her tender cheeks In single fight. You will give ground, I fear. Immutable colour, in her heart Come, draw.
A prison for all virtue? Are not you, Mel. I will not draw, unless thou pull'st thy which is above all joys, my constant friend? death
What sadness can I have No; I am light, Upon thee with a stroke. There's no one blow, And feel the courses of my blood more warm That thou canst give, hath strength enough to kill And stirring than they were. Faith, marry too; me.
And you will feel so unexpress'd a joy Tempt me not so far then : The power of earth In chaste embraces, that you will indeed Shall not redeem thee.
Mel. You may shape, Amintor,
And yourself too; but ’tis not like a friend, I am not valiant. When I was a youth,
To hide your soul from me. 'Tis not your nature I kept my credit with a testy trick I had, To be thus idle: I have seen you stand, Amongst cowards, but durst never fight.
As you were blasted, 'midst of all your mirth; Mel. I will not promise to preserve your life, Call thrice aloud, and then start, feigning joy If vou do stay.
So coldly!-World, what do I hear? a friend Col. I would give half my land,
Is nothing. Heav'n, I would have told that man That I durst fight with that prou man a little. My secret sins ! I'll search an unknown land, If I bad men to hold him, I would beat him, And there plant friendship; all is wither'd here. Till he asked me inercy.
Come with a compliment! I would have fought, Hel. Sir, will you be gone?
Or told my friend he lied,' ere saoth'd him so. Cal. I dare not stay; but I'll go home and beat Out of my bosom!
Amin. But there is nothing
Provide not blows, but words, to qualify Mel. Worse and worse! farewell !
The men they wrong'd. Thou hast a guilty From this time have acquaintance, but no friend. Amin. Melantius, stay: You shall know what it is. Amin. Thou pleasest me; for so much more like Mel. See, how you play'd with friendship !
this Be advised
Will raise my anger up above my griefs, How you give cause unto yourself to say, (Which is a passion easier to be borne) You have lost a friend.
And I shall then be happy, Amin. Forgive what I have done;
Mel. Take then more For I am so o'ergone with injuries
To raise thine anger : 'Tis mere cowardice Unheard of, that I lose consideration
Makes thee not draw; and I will leave thee dead, Of what I ought to do. Oh, oh!
However. But, if thou art so much press'd Mel. Do not weep.
With guilt and fear, as not to dare to fight, What is it? May I once but know the man I'll make thy memory loath'd, and fix a scandal Hath turned my friend thus !
Upon thy name for ever. Amin. I had spoke at first,
Amin. Then I draw, But that
As justly as our magistrates their swords Mel. But what?
To cut offenders off. I knew before, Amin. I held it most unfit
'Twould grate your ears; but it was base in you For you to know. Faith, do not know it yet. To urge a weighty secret from your friend,
Mel. Thou seest my love, that will keep company And then rage at it. I shall be at ease,
Mel. Stay awhile.-
Or all the world besides : I was a fool!
Thou searching human nature, that didst wake What is it?
To do me wrong, thou art inquisitive, Amin. Why, 'tis this-It is too big
And thrust'st me upon questions, that will take To get out--Let my tears make way awhile. My sleep away ! 'Would I had died, ere known
Mel. Punish me strangely, Heav'n, if he escape This sad dishonour! Pardon me, my friend! Of life or fame, that brought this youth to this! If thou wilt strike, here is a faithful heart; Amin. Your sister
Pierce it, for I will never heave my hand Mel. Well said.
To thine. Behold the power thou hast in me! Amin. You will wish't unknown,
I do believe my sister is a whore, When you have heard it.
A leprous one! Put up thy sword, young man. Mel. No.
Amin. How should I bear it then, she being so? Amin. Is much to blame,
I fear, my friend, that you will lose me shortly; And to the king has given her honour up, And I shall do a foul act on myself, And lives in whoredom with him.
Through these disgraces. Mel. How is this?
Mel. Better half the land Thou art run mad with injury, indeed;
Were buried quick together. No, Amintor; Thou couldst not utter this else. Speak again; Thou shalt have ease. Oh, this adult'rous king, For I forgive it freely; tell thy griefs.
That drew her to it! Where got he the spirit Amin. She's wanton : I am loth to say, 'a whore,' To wrong me so? Though it be true.
Amin. What is it then to me, Mel
. Speak yet again, before mine anger grow If it be wrong to you? Up, beyond throwing down: What are thy griefs? Mel. Why, not so much : Amin. By all our friendship, these.
The credit of our house is thrown away. Mel. What, am I tame ?
But from his iron den I'll waken Death, After mine actions, shall the name of Friend And hurl him on this king! My honesty Blot all our family, and stick the brand
Shall steel my sword; and on its horrid point Of whore upon my sister, unreveng'd?
I'll wear my cause, that shall amaze the eyes My shaking flesh, be thou a witness for me, Of this proud man, and be too glittering With what unwillingness I go to scourge
For him to look on.
Mel. Dry up thy watery eyes,
Amin. Not on thee, did thine anger swell as high Till I have freed thee. Still this swelling breast ! As the wild surges. Thou shouldst do me ease I go thus from thee, and will never cease Here, and eternally, if thy noble hand
My vengeance, till I find thy heart at peace. Would cut me from my sorrows.
Amin. It must not be so. Stay! Mine eyes Mel. This is base
would tell And fearful. They, that use to utter lies, How loth I am to this; but, love and tears,
Leave me awhile ; for I have hazarded
Mel. I warrant you; look up; we'll walk to. All that this world calls happy. Thou hast
Put thine arm here; all shall be well again. A secret from me, under name of Friend,
Amin. Thy love (oh, wretched !) ay, thy love, Which art could ne'er have found, nor torture
Melantius ! wrung
Why, I have nothing else. From out my bosom: Give it me again;
Mel. Be merry then.
(Ereunt. For I will find it, wheresoe'er it lies, Hid in the mortal'st part ! Invent a way
Enter MELANTIUS again. To give it back.
Mel. This worthy young man may do violence Ne. Why would you have it back ?
Upon himself; but I have cherish'd him,
My heart will never fail me.-Diphilus !
Diph. Yonder has been such laughing. Amin. I will not hear! but draw, or I
Mel. Betwixt whom? Mel. Amintor!
Diph. Why, our sister and the king; I thought Amin. Draw then; for I am full as resolute their spleens would break; they laugh'd us all As fame and honour can enforce me be!
out of the room. I cannot linger. Draw!
Mel. They must weep, Diphilus. Mel. I do. But is not
Diph. Must they? My share of credit equal with thine,
Mel. They must. If I do stir?
Thou art my brother; and if I did believe Amin. No; for it will be call'd
Thou hadst a base thought, I would rip it out, Honour in thee to spill thy sister's blood, Lie where it durst. If she her birth abuse; and, on the king,
Diph. You should not; I would first mangle A brave revenge: But on me, that have walk'd myself, and find it. With patience in it, it will fix the name
Mel. That was spoke according to our strain.
And swear a firmness to what project I
Diph. You do wrong us both: Mel. Then dare not fight with me; for that's a People hereafter shall not say, there passed sin.
A bond, more than our loves, to tie our lives His grief distracts him: Call thy thoughts again, And deaths together. And to thyself pronounce the name of Friend, Mel. It is as nobly said as I would wish. And see what that will work. I will not fight Anon I'll tell you wonders. We are wrong'd. Amin. You must.
Diph. But I will tell you now, we'll right ourMel. I will be kill'd first. Though my pas
Mel. Stay not : Prepare the armour in my Offer'd the like to you, 'tis not this earth
house ; Shall buy my reason to it. Think awhile, And what friends you can draw unto our side, For you are (I must weep, when I speak that) Not knowing of the cause, make ready too. Almost besides yourself.
Haste, Diphilus, the time requires it; haste ! Amin. Oh, my soft temper!
[Exit DIPHILUS. So many sweet words from thy sister's mouth, I hope my cause is just; I know my blood I am afraid, would make me take her
Tells me it is; and I will credit it.
Without I had the fort, which (misery !)
Remaining in the hands of my old enemy
Calianax-But I must have it. See,
Forget your spleen to me; I never wrongd you, Mel. ru do what worth shall bid me, and no But would have peace with ev'ry man. more.
Cal. 'Tis well;
Mel. You're touchy without all cause.
Mel. By mine honour I speak truth.