n I am laid in earth, though you your self
Can know no pity: thus I wind my self
Into this willow Garland, and am prouder
That I was once your Love (though now refus'd)
Than to have had another true to me.
So with my prayers I leave you, and must try
Some yet unpractis'd way to grieve and die.

_Dul_. Come Ladies, will you go?
_[Exit Aspatia_.

_Om_. Goodnight my Lord.

_Amin_. Much happiness unto you all.

_[Exeunt Ladies_.

I did that Lady wrong; methinks I feel
Her grief shoot suddenly through all my veins;
Mine eyes run; this is strange at such a time.
It was the King first mov'd me to't, but he
Has not my will in keeping--why do I
Perplex my self thus? something whispers me,
Go not to bed; my guilt is not so great
As mine own conscience (too sensible)
Would make me think; I only brake a promise,
And 'twas the King that forc't me: timorous flesh,
Why shak'st thou so? away my idle fears.

[_Enter Evadne_.

Yonder she is, the lustre of whose eye
Can blot away the sad remembrance
Of all these things: Oh my _Evadne_, spare
That tender body, let it not take cold,
The vapours of the night will not fall here.
To bed my Love; _Hymen_ will punish us
For being slack performers of his rites.
Cam'st thou to call me?

_Evad_. No.

_Amin_. Come, come my Love,
And let us lose our selves to one another.
Why art thou up so long?

_Evad_. I am not well.

_Amint_. To bed then let me wind thee in these arms,
Till I have banisht sickness.

_Evad_. Good my Lord, I cannot sleep.

_Amin_. _Evadne_, we'l watch, I mean no sleeping.

_Evad_. I'le not go to bed.

_Amin_. I prethee do.

_Evad_. I will not for the world.

_Amin_. Why my dear Love?

_Evad_. Why? I have sworn I w