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As this sad lady's was.
Mine arms thus, and mine hair blown with the wind,
Wild as that desart; and let all about me
Asp. I have done. Sit down; and let us
Cal. The king may do this, and he may not do it: My child is wronged, disgraced. Well, how now, huswives!
What, at your ease? Is this a time to sit still? Up, you young lazy rogues, up, or I'll swinge you! Olym. Nay, good my lord.
Cal. You'll lie down shortly. Get you in, and work!
What, are you grown so resty you want heats? We shall have some of the court-boys beat you shortly.
Ant. My lord, we do no more than we are charged.
It is the lady's pleasure we be thus in grief :
Cal. There's a rogue too;
A young dissembling slave! Well, get you in!
I'll maul that rascal; he has out-braved me twice;
Enter CLEON, STRATO, and DIPHILUS. Cle. YOUR sister is not up yet. Diph. Knock at the door. Stra. We shall interrupt them. Diph. No matter. Good morrow, sister! Enter AMINTOR.
Amin. Who's there? my brother! I'm no readier
Your sister is but now up.
Mel. Good day, Amintor! for, to me, the name.
Amin. Dear Melantius!
Mel. Why does thine eye desire so strict a view
Diph. You look as you had lost your eyes to- Of that, it knows so well? There's nothing here,
That is not thine.
Amin. I wonder much, Melantius,
To see those noble looks, that make me think
Or not be base, and false, and treacherous,
Mel. Stay, stay, my friend;
I fear this sound will not become our loves.
Amin. Oh, mistake me not:
I know thee to be full of all those deeds,
Mel. But why, my friend, should I be so by nature?
Amin. I've wed thy sister, who hath virtuous
Enough for one whole family; and it is strange,
Mel Believe me, this compliment's too cunning
Diph. What should I be then, by the course of
They having both robbed me of so much virtue?
Evad. [within.] My lord!
Your brothers do attend to wish you joy.
Amin. Faith, thou shalt come in.
Mel Good-morrow, sister! He that understands Whom you have wed, need not to wish you joy; You have enough. Take heed
You be not proud.-Amintor!
Mel. Thou art sad.
Amin. Yes, sir.
King. Tell me, then; you will trust me, Amin
To chuse a wife for you again?
Amin. No, never, sir.
King. Why? like you this so ill?
For this I bow my knee in thanks to you,
King. I do not like this.
All forbear the room, but you, Amintor,
Amin. He will not tell me, that he lies with her?
King. You will suffer me to talk
With her, Amintor, and not have a jealous pang? Amin. Sir, I dare trust my wife with whom she dares
Amin. Who, I? I thank you for that. Shall To talk, and not be jealous.
Diphilus, thou, and I, sing a catch?
Amin. Prithee, let us.
Mel. Nay, that's too much the other way.
Evad. I cannot love you, you tell tales of me.
King. How do you like
Evad. As I did, sir.
King. How is that?
Evad. As one that, to fulfil your will and plea
I have given leave to call me wife and love.
King. I see there is no lasting faith in sin; They, that break word with Heaven, will break again
With all the world, and so dost thou with me.
King. This subtle woman's ignorance
Amin. Well? how can I be other, when she Will not excuse you: thou hast taken oaths,
Is there no music there? let's dance.
Mel. Why, this is strange, Amintor!
Yet I could wish my joy were less.
Amin. What says my love? I must obey.
Enter KING and LYSIPPUS.
Stra. And his brother.
King. Good morrow, all!
Amintor, joy on joy fall thick upon thee!
And, madam, you are altered since I saw you;
Thou wert married?
So great, methought, they did not well become
Evad. I never did swear so; you do me wrong.
King. Why, thou dissemblest, and it is in me
Evad. Why, it is in me, then,
Not to love you, which will more afflict your body,
King. But thou hast let Amintor lie with thee.
King. He does not.
he says himself so.
King. Draw not thy sword; thou know'st I can
A subject's hand; but thou shalt feel the weight Of this, if thou dost rage.
Amin. The weight of that!
Evad. By this light he does, strangely and If you have any worth, for heaven's sake, think basely!
And I'll prove it so. I did not shun him
For a night; but told him, I would never close With him.
King. Speak lower; 'tis false.
Evad. I am no man
To answer with a blow; or, if I were,
You are the king! But urge me not; it is most true.
Evad. It is dissembling.
King. Take him! farewell! henceforth I am thy foe;
And what disgraces I can blot thee, look for. Evad. Stay, sir!-Amintor!-You shall hear.— Amintor!
Amin. What, my love?
Evad. Amintor, thou hast an ingenuous look, And should'st be virtuous: It amazeth me, That thou canst make such base malicious lies! Amin. What, my dear wife?
Evad. Dear wife! I do despise thee.
Amin. Lovers! who?
Evad. Who should live long, and love without distaste,
Were it not for such pickthanks as thyself!
Amin. The faithless sin I made
And not so much to wrong an honest man thus,
Evad. Now, sir, see how loud this fellow lied. Amin. You, that can know to wrong, should
know how men
Must right themselves: What punishment is due
I fear not swords; for as you are mere man,
Easy to work on, and of state enough,
Evad. I would not have a fool;
It were no credit for me.
Amin. Worse and worse!
Thou, that darest talk unto thy husband thus,
King. No; for I believed thee honest,
Amin. All the happiness
Bestowed upon me, turns into disgrace.
King. Thou may'st live, Amintor,
Seize me, if I forget not all respects,
That are religious, on another word
King. Well, I am resolute you lie not with her;
Amin. Prithee, vex me not!
Leave me! I am afraid some sudden start
Evad. I am gone;
I love my life well.
Amin. I hate mine as much. This is to break a troth! I should be glad, If all this tide of grief would make me mad. [Exit. Enter MELANTIUS.
Mel. I'll know the cause of all Amintor's griefs, Or friendship shall be idle.
Cal. O Melantius, my daughter will dic. Mel. Trust me, I am sorry. Would thou hadst ta'en her room!
Cal. Thou art a slave,
A cut-throat slave, a bloody treacherous slave! Mel. Take heed, old man! thou wilt be heard
And lose thine offices.
Cal. I am valiant grown,
At all these years, and thou art but a slave! Mel. Leave! Some company will come, and I respect
Thy years, not thee, so much, that I could wish To laugh at thee alone.
Cal. I'll spoil your mirth! I mean to fight with
There lie, my cloak! This was my father's sword, And he durst fight. Are you prepared?
Mel. Why wilt thou doat thyself out of thy life? Hence, get thee to bed! have careful looking to, And eat warm things, and trouble not me: My head is full of thoughts, more weighty Than thy life or death can be.
Cal. You have a name in war, where you stand
Amongst a multitude; but I will try
Met. I will not draw, unless thou pull'st thy death
Upon thee with a stroke. There's no one blow, That thou canst give, hath strength enough to kill
Tempt me not so far then: The power of earth Shall not redeem thee.
Cal. I must let him alone;
He's stout and able; and, to say the truth,
Cal. I would give half my land,
That I durst fight with that proud man a little. If I had men to hold him, I would beat him, Till he asked me mercy.
Mel. Sir, will you be gone? Cal. I dare not stay; but I'll go home and beat My servants all over for this. [Exit Calianax. Mel. This old fellow haunts me! Bat the distracted carriage of my Amintor Takes deeply on me! I will find the cause.
I fear his conscience cries, he wronged Aspatia.
Amin. Men's eyes are not so subtle to perceive My inward misery: I bear my grief,
Hid from the world. How art thou wretched, then?
For aught I know, all husbands are like me;
Mel. Amintor, we have not enjoyed our friendship of late, for we were wont to change our souls in talk.
Amin. Melantius, I can tell thee a good jest of Strato and a lady the last day.
Mel. How was it?
Amin. Why, such an odd one!
Mel. I have longed to speak with you; not of an idle jest, that's forced, but of matter you are bound
to utter to me.
Amin. What is that, my friend?
Mel. I have observed your words Fall from your tongue wildly; and all your carriage Like one, that strove to shew his merry mood, When he were ill disposed; You were not wont To put such scorn into your speech, or wear Upon your face ridiculous jollity. Some sadness sits here, which your cunning would Cover o'er with smiles, and 'twill not be. What is it?
Amin. A sadness here! what cause
A prison for all virtue? Are not you,
Mel. You may shape, Amintor,
Amin. But there is nothing
Mel. Worse and worse! farewell! From this time have acquaintance, but no friend.
Mel. But what?
Amin. I held it most unfit
For you to know. Faith, do not know it yet.
Amin. Why, 'tis this- -It is too big
Thou art run mad with injury, indeed;
Amin. She's wanton: I am loth to say, a whore, Though it be true.
Mel. Speak yet again, before mine anger grow
After mine actions, shall the name of friend
Mel. This is base
And fearful. They, that use to utter lies,
As justly as our magistrates their swords
Mel. Stay awhile.
The name of friend is more than family,
A leprous one! Put up thy sword, young man.
Amin. How should I bear it then, she being so? I fear, my friend, that you will lose me shortly; And I shall do a foul act on myself, Through these disgraces.
Mel. Better half the land
Were buried quick together. No, Amintor;
Amin. What is it then to me,
Mel. Why, not so much:
The credit of our house is thrown away.
Amin. I have quite undone my fame.