Mel. 'Twere a rash attempt,
Not to be done with safety: let your reason
Plot your revenge, and not your passion.
Amint. If thou refusest me in these extreams,
Thou art no friend: he sent for her to me;
By Heaven to me; my self; and I must tell ye
I love her as a stranger; there is worth
In that vile woman, worthy things, Melantius;
And she repents. I'le do't my self alone,
Though I be slain. Farewell.
Mel. He'l overthrow my whole design with madness:
Amintor, think what thou doest; I dare as much as
valour;
But 'tis the King, the King, the King, Amintor,
With whom thou fightest; I know he's honest,
[Aside.
And this will work with him.
Amint. I cannot tell What thou hast said; but thou hast charm'd my sword Out of my hand, and left me shaking here defenceless.
Mel. I will take it up for thee.
Amint. What a wild beast is uncollected man! The thing that we call Honour, bears us all Headlong unto sin, and yet it self is nothing.
Mel. Alas, how variable are thy thoughts!
Amint. Just like my fortunes: I was run to that
I purpos'd to have chid thee for.
Some Plot I did distrust thou hadst against the King
By that old fellows carriage: but take heed,
There is not the least limb growing to a King,
But carries thunder in it.