Ant. What woman's this? what husband? hold thy bawling,
I know thee for no wife.
Am. You married me last night.
Ant. Thou lyest: I neither was in Church nor house
Last night, nor saw I thee: a thing that was my friend,
I scorn to name now, was with Ismenia,
Like a thief, and there he violated
A sacred trust. This thou mayst know (Aminta.)
Am. Are not you he?
Ant. No; nor a friend of his:
Would I had kill'd him: I hope I have.
Am. That was my Husband (Royal Sir) that man,
That excellent man.
Enter Bellides.
Ant. That villain, that thief.
Bel. Have I caught you Sir? well overtaken.
This is mine enemy: pardon, (my Soveraign.)
Phil. Good charity, to crave pardon for your enemy.