Asp. I shall live Amintor; I am well:
A kind of healthful joy wanders within me.
Amint. The world wants lines to excuse thy loss:
Come let me bear thee to some place of help.
Asp. Amintor thou must stay, I must rest here,
My strength begins to disobey my will.
How dost thou my best soul? I would fain live,
Now if I could: would'st thou have loved me then?
Amint. Alas! all that I am's not worth a hair from thee.
Asp. Give me thy hand, mine hands grope up and down,
And cannot find thee; I am wondrous sick:
Have I thy hand Amintor?
Amint. Thou greatest blessing of the world, thou hast.
Asp. I do believe thee better than my sense.
Oh! I must go, farewell.
Amint. She swounds: Aspatia help, for Heavens sake water;
Such as may chain life for ever to this frame.
Aspatia, speak: what no help? yet I fool,
I'le chafe her temples, yet there's nothing stirs;
Some hidden Power tell her that Amintor calls,
And let her answer me: Aspatia, speak.
I have heard, if there be life, but bow
The body thus, and it will shew it self.
Oh she is gone! I will not leave her yet.
Since out of justice we must challenge nothing;
I'le call it mercy if you'l pity me,
You heavenly powers, and lend for some few years,
The blessed soul to this fair seat agen.
No comfort comes, the gods deny me too.
I'le bow the body once agen: Aspatia!
The soul is fled for ever, and I wrong
My self, so long to lose her company.
Must I talk now? Here's to be with thee love.
[Kills himself.
Enter Servant.
Ser. This is a great grace to my Lord, to have the new King come to him; I must tell him, he is entring. O Heaven help, help;