Evad. Amintor, hark. [Aside.
Amint. What says my Love? I must obey.
Evad. You do it scurvily, 'twill be perceiv'd.
Cle. My Lord the King is here.
[Enter King and Lysi.
Amint. Where?
Stra. And his Brother.
King. Good morrow all. Amintor, joy on, joy fall thick upon thee! And Madam, you are alter'd since I saw you, I must salute you; you are now anothers; How lik't you your nights rest?
Evad. Ill Sir.
Amint. I! 'deed she took but little.