Amint. Those have most power to hurt us that we love,
We lay our sleeping lives within their arms.
Why, thou hast rais'd up mischief to this height,
And found out one to out-name thy other faults;
Thou hast no intermission of thy sins,
But all thy life is a continual ill;
Black is thy colour now, disease thy nature.
Joy to Amintor! thou hast toucht a life,
The very name of which had power to chain
Up all my rage, and calm my wildest wrongs.
Evad. 'Tis done; and since I could not find a way
To meet thy love so clear, as through his life,
I cannot now repent it.
Amint. Could'st thou procure the Gods to speak to me,
To bid me love this woman, and forgive,
I think I should fall out with them; behold
Here lies a youth whose wounds bleed in my brest,
Sent by his violent Fate to fetch his death
From my slow hand: and to augment my woe,
You now are present stain'd with a Kings blood
Violently shed: this keeps night here,
And throws an unknown wilderness about me.
Asp. Oh, oh, oh!
Amint. No more, pursue me not.
Evad. Forgive me then, and take me to thy bed. We may not part.
Amint. Forbear, be wise, and let my rage go this way.
Evad. 'Tis you that I would stay, not it.
Amint. Take heed, it will return with me.
Evad. If it must be, I shall not fear to meet it; take me home.