re.

_Amint_. I'le drag thee to my bed, and make thy tongue
Undo this wicked Oath, or on thy flesh
I'le print a thousand wounds to let out life.

_Evad_. I fear thee not, do what thou dar'st to me;
Every ill-sounding word, or threatning look
Thou shew'st to me, will be reveng'd at full.

_Amint_. It will not sure _Evadne_.

_Evad_. Do not you hazard that.

_Amint_. Ha'ye your Champions?

_Evad_. Alas _Amintor_, thinkst thou I forbear
To sleep with thee, because I have put on
A maidens strictness? look upon these cheeks,
And thou shalt find the hot and rising blood
Unapt for such a vow; no, in this heart
There dwels as much desire, and as much will
To put that wisht act in practice, as ever yet
Was known to woman, and they have been shown
Both; but it was the folly of thy youth,
To think this beauty (to what Land soe're
It shall be call'd) shall stoop to any second.
I do enjoy the best, and in that height
Have sworn to stand or die: you guess the man.

_Amint_. No, let me know the man that wrongs me so,
That I may cut his body into motes,
And scatter it before the Northern wind.

_Evad_. You dare not strike him.

_Amint_. Do not wrong me so;
Yes, if his body were a poysonous plant,
That it were death to touch, I have a soul
Will throw me on him.

_Evad_. Why 'tis the King.

_Amint_. The King!

_Evad_. What will you do now?

_Amint_. 'Tis not the King.

_Evad_. What, did he make this match for dull _Amintor_?

_Amint_. Oh! thou hast nam'd a word that wipes away
All thoughts revengeful: in that sacred name,
The King, there lies a terror: what frail man
Dares lift his hand against it? let the Gods
Speak to him when they please;
Till then let us suffer and wait.

_Evad_. Why should you fill your self so full of heat,
And haste so to my bed? I am no Virgin.

_Amint_. What Devil put it in thy fancy then
To marry me?

_Evad_.