Part 19 (1/2)

_Amin_. _Melantius_, now a.s.sist me if thou beest That which thou say'st, a.s.sist me: I have lost All my distempers, and have found a rage so pleasing; help me.

_Mel_. Who can see him thus, And not swear vengeance? what's the matter friend?

_Amin_. Out with thy sword; and hand in hand with me Rush to the Chamber of this hated King, And sink him with the weight of all his sins to h.e.l.l for ever.

_Mel_. 'Twere a rash attempt, Not to be done with safety: let your reason Plot your revenge, and not your pa.s.sion.

_Amint_. If thou refusest me in these extreams, Thou art no friend: he sent for her to me; By Heaven to me; my self; and I must tell ye I love her as a stranger; there is worth In that vile woman, worthy things, _Melantius_; And she repents. I'le do't my self alone, Though I be slain. Farewell.

_Mel_. He'l overthrow my whole design with madness: _Amintor_, think what thou doest; I dare as much as valour; But 'tis the King, the King, the King, _Amintor_, With whom thou fightest; I know he's honest,

[_Aside_.

And this will work with him.

_Amint_. I cannot tell What thou hast said; but thou hast charm'd my sword Out of my hand, and left me shaking here defenceless.

_Mel_. I will take it up for thee.

_Amint_. 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!

_Amint_. 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 fellows carriage: but take heed, There is not the least limb growing to a King, But carries thunder in it.

_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 Ladis.h.i.+p.

_Evad_. You talk, you talk.

_Gent_. 'Tis all I dare do, Madam; but the King will wake, and then.

_Evad_. Saving your imagination, pray good night Sir.