I have kill'd thee, as I have
Vow'd 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?

_Evad_. Yes.

_Mel_. Up and begin your story.

_Evad_. Oh I am miserable.

_Mel_. 'Tis true, thou art, speak truth still.

_Evad_. I have offended, noble Sir: forgive me.

_Mel_. With what secure slave?

_Evad_. Do not ask me Sir.
Mine own remembrance is a misery too mightie for me.

_Mel_. Do not fall back again; my sword's unsheath'd yet.

_Evad_. What shall I do?

_Mel_. Be true, and make your fault less.

_Evad_. I dare not tell.

_Mel_. Tell, or I'le be this day a killing thee.

_Evad_. Will you forgive me then?

_Mel_. Stay, I must ask mine honour first, I have 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't?

_Evad_. O hear me gently; it was the King.

_Mel_. No more. My worthy father's and my services
Are liberally rewarded! King, I thank thee,
For all my dangers and my wounds, thou hast paid me
In my own metal: These are Souldiers thanks.
How long have you liv'd thus _Evadne_?

_Evad_. Too long.

_Mel_. Too late you find it: can you be sorry?

_Evad_. Would I were half as blameless.

_Mel_. _Evadne_, thou wilt to thy trade again.

_Evad_. First to my grave.

_Mel_. Would gods th'hadst been so blest:
Dost thou not hate this King now? prethee hate him:
Couldst thou not curse him? I command thee curse him,
Curse till the gods hear, and deliver him
To thy just wishes: yet I fear _Evadne_;
You had rather play your game out.

_Evad_. No, I feel
Too many sad confusions here to let in any loose flame
hereafter.

_Mel_. Dost thou not feel amongst all those one brave anger
That breaks out nobly, and directs thine arm to kill
this base King?

_Evad_. All the gods forbid it.

_Mel_. No, all the gods requ