Amint. Melantius, stay, you shall know what that is.
Mel. See how you play'd with friendship; be advis'd How you give cause unto your self to say, You ha'lost a friend.
Amint. Forgive what I have done;
For I am so ore-gone with injuries
Unheard of, that I lose consideration
Of what I ought to do—oh—oh.
Mel. Do not weep; what is't?
May I once but know the man
Hath turn'd my friend thus?
Amint. I had spoke at first, but that.
Mel. But what?
Amint. I held it most unfit
For you to know; faith do not know it yet.
Mel. Thou seest my love, that will keep company
With thee in tears; hide nothing then from me;
For when I know the cause of thy distemper,
With mine own armour I'le adorn my self,
My resolution, and cut through thy foes,
Unto thy quiet, till I place thy heart
As peaceable as spotless innocence. What is it?
Amint. Why, 'tis this—it is too big
To get out, let my tears make way a while.
Mel. Punish me strangely heaven, if he escape
Of life or fame, that brought this youth to this.