Amint. What would you Sir?
Asp. Please it your Lordship to command your man Out of the room; shall deliver things Worthy your hearing.
Amint. Leave us.
Asp. O that that shape should bury falshood in it.
[Aside.
Amint. Now your will Sir.
Asp. When you know me, my Lord, you needs must guess
My business! and I am not hard to know;
For till the change of War mark'd this smooth face
With these few blemishes people would call me
My Sisters Picture, and her mine; in short,
I am the brother to the wrong'd Aspatia.
Amint. The wrong'd Aspatia! would thou wert so too
Unto the wrong'd Amintor; let me kiss
That hand of thine in honour that I bear
Unto the wrong'd Aspatia: here I stand
That did it; would he could not; gentle youth
Leave me, for there is something in thy looks
That calls my sins in a most hideous form
Into my mind; and I have grief enough
Without thy help.
Asp. I would I could with credit:
Since I was twelve years old I had not seen
My Sister till this hour; I now arriv'd;
She sent for me to see her Marriage,
A woful one: but they that are above,
Have ends in every thing; she us'd few words,
But yet enough to make me understand
The baseness of the injury you did her.
That little training I have had is War;
I may behave my self rudely in Peace;
I would not though; I shall not need to tell you
I am but young; and you would be loth to lose
Honour that is not easily gain'd again.
Fairly I mean to deal; the age is strict
For single combats, and we shall be stopt
If it be publish't: if you like your sword,
Use it; if mine appear a better to you,
Change; for the ground is this, and this the time
To end our difference.
Amint. Charitable youth,
If thou be'st such, think not I will maintain
So strange a wrong; and for thy Sisters sake,
Know that I could not think that desperate thing
I durst not do; yet to enjoy this world
I would not see her; for beholding thee,
I am I know not what; if I have ought
That may content thee, take it and be gone;
For death is not so terrible as thou;
Thine eyes shoot guilt into me.