Amint. No never Sir.
King. Why? like you this so ill?
Amint. So well I like her.
For this I bow my knee in thanks to you,
And unto Heaven will pay my grateful tribute
Hourly, and to hope we shall draw out
A long contented life together here,
And die both full of gray hairs in one day;
For which the thanks is yours; but if the powers
That rule us, please to call her first away,
Without pride spoke, this World holds not a Wife
Worthy to take her room.
King. I do not like this; all forbear the room
But you Amintor and your Lady. I have some speech with
You, that may concern your after living well.
Amint. He will not tell me that he lies with her: if
he do,
Something Heavenly stay my heart, for I shall be apt
To thrust this arm of mine to acts unlawful.
King. You will suffer me to talk with her Amintor,
And not have a jealous pang!
Amint. Sir, I dare trust my Wife
With whom she dares to talk, and not be jealous.
King. How do you like Amintor?
Evad. As I did Sir.
King. How's that!
Evad. As one that to fulfil your will and pleasure, I have given leave to call me Wife and Love.