King. What bloody villain Provok't thee to this murther?
Evad. Thou, thou monster.
King. Oh!
Evad. Thou kept'st me brave at Court, and Whor'd me; Then married me to a young noble Gentleman; And Whor'd me still.
King. Evadne, pity me.
Evad. Hell take me then; this for my Lord Amintor; This for my noble brother: and this stroke For the most wrong'd of women.
[Kills him.
King. Oh! I die.
Evad. Die all our faults together; I forgive thee.
[Exit.