The quickness of the edge, and in his hand
Weigh it; he oft would make me smile at this;
His youth did promise much, and his ripe years
Will see it all perform'd.

[_Enter Aspatia, passing by_.

_Melan_. Hail Maid and Wife!
Thou fair _Aspatia_, may the holy knot
That thou hast tyed to day, last till the hand
Of age undo't; may'st thou bring a race
Unto _Amintor_ that may fill the world
Successively with Souldiers.

_Asp_. My hard fortunes
Deserve not scorn; for I was never proud
When they were good.

[_Exit Aspatia_.

_Mel_. How's this?

_Lys_. You are mistaken, for she is not married.

_Mel_. You said _Amintor_ was.

_Diph_. 'Tis true; but

_Mel_. Pardon me, I did receive
Letters at _Patria_, from my _Amintor_,
That he should marry her.

_Diph_. And so it stood,
In all opinion long; but your arrival
Made me imagine you had heard the change.

_Mel_. Who hath he taken then?

_Lys_. A Lady Sir,
That bears the light above her, and strikes dead
With flashes of her eye; the fair _Evadne_ your
vertuous Sister.

_Mel_. Peace of heart betwixt them: but this is strange.

_Lys_. The King my brother did it
To honour you; and these solemnities
Are at his charge.

_Mel_. 'Tis Royal, like himself;
But I am sad, my speech bears so unfortunate a sound
To beautiful _Aspatia_; there is rage
Hid in her fathers breast; _Calianax_
Bent long against me, and he should not think,
If I could call it back, that I would take
So base revenges, as to scorn the state
Of his neglected daughter: holds he still his greatness
with the King?

_Lys_. Yes; but this Lady
Walks discontented, with her watry eyes
Bent on the earth: the unfrequented woods
Are her delight; and when she sees a bank
Stuck fu