e few years,
The blessed soul to this fair seat agen.
No comfort comes, the gods deny me too.
I'le bow the body once agen: _Aspatia_!
The soul is fled for ever, and I wrong
My self, so long to lose her company.
Must I talk now? Here's to be with thee love.

[_Kills himself_.

_Enter_ Servant.

_Ser_. This is a great grace to my Lord, to have the new
King come to him; I must tell him, he is entring.
O Heaven help, help;

_Enter_ Lysip. Melant. Cal. Cleon, Diph. Strato.

_Lys_. Where's _Amintor_?

_Strat_. O there, there.

_Lys_. How strange is this!

_Cal_. What should we do here?

_Mel_. These deaths are such acquainted things with me,
That yet my heart dissolves not. May I stand
Stiff here for ever; eyes, call up your tears;
This is _Amintor_: heart he was my friend;
Melt, now it flows; _Amintor_, give a word
To call me to thee.

_Amint_. Oh!

_Mel_. _Melantius_ calls his friend _Amintor_; Oh thy arms
Are kinder to me than thy tongue;
Speak, speak.

_Amint_. What?

_Mel_. That little word was worth all the sounds
That ever I shall hear agen.

_Diph_. O brother! here lies your Sister slain;
You lose your self in sorrow there.

_Mel_. Why _Diphilus_, it is
A thing to laugh at in respect of this;
Here was my Sister, Father, Brother, Son;
All that I had; speak once again;
What youth lies slain there by thee?

_Amint_. 'Tis _Aspatia_.
My senses fade, let me give up my soul
Into thy bosom.

_Cal. What's that? what's that? _Aspatia_!

_Mel_. I never did repent the greatness of my heart till now;
It will not burst at need.

_Cal_. My daughter dead here too! and you have all fine new
tricks to grieve; but I ne're knew any but direct
crying.

_Mel_. I am a pratler, but no more.

_Diph_. Hold Brother.

_Lysip_. Stop him.

_Diph_. Fie; how unmanly was this offer in