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My share of credit equal with thine,
Amin. No; for it will be called
Honour in thee to spill thy sister's blood,
A brave revenge: But on me, that have walked
Of fearful cuckold, Oh, that word! Be quick. Mel. Then join with me.
Amin. I dare not do a sin, or else I would. Be speedy.
Mel. Then dare not fight with me; for that's a sin.
His grief distracts him: Call thy thoughts again, And to thyself pronounce the name of friend, And see what that will work. I will not fight, Amin. You must.
Mel. I will be killed first. Though my passions Offered the like to you, 'tis not this earth Shall buy my reason to it. Think awhile, For you are (I must weep, when I speak that) Almost besides yourself."
Amin. Oh, my soft temper!
So many sweet words from thy sister's mouth,
To embrace, and pardon her. I am mad, indeed,
Mel. Why thinks my friend
Iwill forget his honour? or, to save
Amin. A curse will follow that; but rather live, And suffer with me.
Mel. I'll do what worth shall bid me, and no
Amin. 'Faith, I am sick, and desperately, I hope; Yet, leaning thus, I feel a kind of ease.
Mel. Come, take again your mirth about you. Amin. I shall never do't.
Mel. I warrant you; look up; we'll walk together; Put thine arm here; all shall be well again. Amin. Thy love (oh, wretched!) ay, thy love, Melantius!
Why, I have nothing else.
Enter MELANTIUS again.
Diph. Yonder has been such laughing.
Diph. Why, our sister and the king; I thought their spleens would break; they laughed us all out of the room.
Mel. They must weep, Diphilus.
Diph. Must they?
Mel. They must.
Thou art my brother; and if I did believe Thou hadst a base thought, I would rip it out, Lie where it durst.
Diph. You should not; I would first mangle myself, and find it.
Mel. That was spoke according to our strain. Come, join thy hands to mine,
And swear a firmness to what project I
Diph. You do wrong us both:
Mel. It is as nobly said as I would wish. Anon I'll tell you wonders. We are wronged. Diph. But I will tell you now, we'll right our
Mel. Stay not: Prepare the armour in my house;
I hope my cause is just; I know my blood
Where he comes, shaking by me. Good my lord,
Cal. 'Tis well;
If I durst fight, your tongue would lie at quiet.
Without I have this fort.
Mel. You're touchy without all cause.
Mel. By mine honour I speak truth.
Mel. See, what starts you make into your hatred, to my love and freedom to you. I come with resolution to obtain a suit of you.
Cal. A suit of me! 'Tis very like it should be granted, sir.
Mel. Nay, go not hence:
Tis this; you have the keeping of the fort,
Cal. And should I help thee?
Give me a sudden answer, or already
Cal. If I say
I will not, he will kill me; I do see it
Cal. Methinks I feel myself
Enter MELANTIUS, EVADNE, and a lady.
Evad. Save you, sweet brother!
Methinks, you look, Evadne
Evad. Come, you would make me blush.
Mel. I would, Evadne: I shall displease my ends else.
Evad. You shall, if you commend me; I am bashful.
Come, sir, how do I look?
Mel. I would not have your women hear me Break into commendation of you; 'tis not seemly. Evad. Go, wait me in the gallery. Now speak. [Exeunt ladies.
Mel. I'll lock the door first.
Mel. I will not have your gilded things, that dance
Evad. You are strangely disposed, sir.
Mel. Good madam, not to make you merry. Evad. No; if you praise me, it will make me sad. Mel. Such a sad commendation I have for you. Evad. Brother, the court hath made you witty, And learn to riddle.
Mel. I praise the court for it: Has it learnt you nothing?
If they were written here, here in my forehead. This is saucy:
Look you intrude no more! There lies your way, Mel. Thou art my way, and I will tread upon thee, 'Till I find truth out.
Evad. What truth is that, you look for?
Rather to grapple with the plague, or stand
Evad. How, sir! where got you this report? Mel. Where there were people, in every place. Evad. They and the seconds of it are base people: Believe them not, they lied.
Mel. Do not play with mine anger, do not, wretch!
I come to know that desperate fool, that drew thee From thy fair life: Be wise, and lay him open. Evad. Unhand me, and learn manners: Such another
Forgetfulness forfeits your life.
Mel. Quench me this mighty humour, and then tell me
Whose whore you are; for you are one, I know it. Let all mine honours perish, but I'll find him, Though he lie locked up in thy blood! Be sudden; There is no facing it, and be not flattered!
The burnt air, when the Dog reigns, is not fouler Than thy contagious name, 'till thy repentance (If the gods grant thee any) purge thy sickness. Evad. Be gone! You are my brother; that's your safety.
Mel. I'll be a wolf first! 'Tis, to be thy brother, An infamy below the sin of coward.
I am as far from being part of thee,
As thou art from thy virtue: Seek a kindred 'Mongst sensual beasts, and make a goat thy brother;
A goat is cooler. Will you tell me yet?
Evad. If you stay here and rail thus, I shall tell you,
I'll have you whipped! get you to your command, And there preach to your centinels, and tell them What a brave man you are: I shall laugh at you. Mel. You're grown a glorious whore! Where
be your fighters?
What mortal fool durst raise thee to this daring,
Evad. The fellow's mad: Sleep, and speak sense. Mel. Force my swollen heart no further: I would save thee.
Your great maintainers are not here, they dare not: Would they were all, and armed! I would speak loud;
Here's one should thunder to them! will you tell me?
Thou hast no hope to escape: He, that dares most,
Mel. Do, whose child thou wert,
And so pulled on the gods, that in their justice
Let them lie sweet still in the earth; they'll stink here.
Mel. Do you raise mirth out of my easiness?
Or, by the dear soul of thy sleeping father,
Mel. No? 'tis a justice, and a noble one,
Mel. By thy foul self, no human help shall help thee,
If thou criest! When I have killed thee, as I have VOL. I.
| Vowed to do, if thou confess not, naked, As thou hast left thine honour, will I leave thee; That on thy branded flesh the world may read Thy black shame, and my justice. Wilt thou bend yet?
Mel. Up, and begin your story.
Evad. Oh, I am miserable!
Mel. 'Tis true, thou art. Speak truth still.
Noble sir, forgive me.
Mel. With what secure slave?
Mel. Do not fall back again :
Evad. What shall I do?
Mel. Be true, and make your fault less.
Mel. Tell, or I'll be this day a-killing thee.
Mel. Stay; I must ask
Mine honour first. I've too much foolish nature
In me: Speak.
Evad. Is there none else here?
Mel. None but a fearful conscience; that's too many. Who is it?
Evad. Oh, hear me gently. It was the king. Mel. No more. My worthy father's and my
Are liberally rewarded. King, I thank thee! For all my dangers and my wounds, thou hast paid me
In my own metal: These are soldiers' thanks! How long have you lived thus, Evadne?
Evad. Too long.
Mel. Too late you find it. Can you be sorry?
Mel. 'Would gods thou hadst been so blest! Dost thou not hate this king now? prithee hate him.
Couldst thou not curse him? I command thee, curse him.
Curse, till the gods hear, and deliver him
Evad. No; I feel
To be a stale hour, and have your madam's name
For meat and coarser cloaths: Thus far you know no fear.
Come, you shall kill him.
Evad. Good sir!
Mel. An 'twere to kiss him dead, thou'dst smother him.
Be wise, and kill him. Canst thou live, and know
When I shall call thee to it; or, by all
Holy in heaven and earth, thou shalt not live
This lustful thief stole from thee, when I say it,
Evad. Here I swear it;
And, all you spirits of abused ladies,
Mel. Enough. This must be known to none
[Erit Mel. Evad. 'Would I could say so to my black disgrace!
Oh, where have I been all this time? how 'friended,
Amin. Stand up.
This is a new way to beget more sorrow :
That slight contrition, that's no sacrifice For what I have committed.
Amin. Sure I dazzle:
There cannot be a faith in that foul woman,
Thou dost still worse, still number on thy faults,
Évad. My lord,
Give me your griefs: You are an innocent,
Amin. Rise, Évadne.
Those heavenly powers, that put this good into thee,
Evad. I have done nothing good to win belief, My life hath been so faithless. All the creatures, Made for heaven's honours, have their ends, and
My frozen soul melts. May each sin thou hast,
I should have killed thee, but this sweet repent
Locks up my vengeance; for which thus I kiss thee
The last kiss we must take! And 'would to heaven
Crown thy fair soul! Thus I take leave, my lord;
Set her in rest, and wash her stains away.
King. And will still,
Where I may do with justice to the world: You have no witness.
Cal. Yes, myself.
I mean, there were that heard it.
Would you have more? why, am not I enough
King. But, so, you may
Hang honest men too, if you please.
'Tis like I will do so: There are a hundred
If my word cannot hang a boisterous knave.
King. Why, where is all the company? Call
Evadne. Where's my brother, and Melantius?
That are without there.-If he should desire
Cal. Why, if you do think
King. Come, sirs! Amintor, thou art yet a bridegroom,
And I will use thee so: Thou shalt sit down.
Thou wilt chop out with them unscasonably,
Stra. 'Tis my ill luck, sir, so to spend them then.
King. Reach me a bowl of wine. Melantius, thou
Mel. I should be, sir, the merriest here,
King. Give me the wine.
Mel. I think it were not hard, sir, for a knave.
King. I'faith, 'twere easy: It becomes us well To get plain-dealing men about ourselves ;