am thy foe;
And what disgraces I can blot thee, look for.

_Evad_. Stay Sir; _Amintor_, you shall hear, _Amintor_.

_Amint_. What my Love?

_Evad_. _Amintor_, thou hast an ingenious look,
And shouldst be vertuous; it amazeth me,
That thou canst make such base malicious lyes.

_Amint_. What my dear Wife?

_Evad_. Dear Wife! I do despise thee;
Why, nothing can be baser, than to sow
Dissention amongst Lovers.

_Amint_. Lovers! who?

_Evad_. The King and me.

_Amint_. O Heaven!

_Evad_. Who should live long, and love without distaste,
Were it not for such pickthanks as thy self!
Did you lie with me? swear now, and be punisht in hell
For this.

_Amint_. The faithless Sin I made
To fair _Aspatia_, is not yet reveng'd,
It follows me; I will not lose a word
To this wild Woman; but to you my King,
The anguish of my soul thrusts out this truth,
Y'are a Tyrant; and not so much to wrong
An honest man thus, as to take a pride
In talking with him of it.

_Evad_. Now Sir, see how loud this fellow lyed.

_Amint_. You that can know to wrong, should know how
Men must right themselves: what punishment is due
From me to him that shall abuse my bed!
It is not death; nor can that satisfie,
Unless I send your lives through all the Land,
To shew how nobly I have freed my self.

_King_. Draw not thy Sword, thou knowest I cannot fear
A subjects hand; but thou shalt feel the weight of this
If thou dost rage.

_Amint_. The weight of that?
If you have any worth, for Heavens sake think
I fear not Swords; for as you are meer man,
I dare as easily kill you for this deed,
As you dare think to do it; but there is
Divinity about you, that strikes dead
My rising passions, as you are my King,
I fall before you, and present my Sword
To cut mine own flesh, if it be your will.
Alas! I am nothing but a multitude
Of walking griefs; yet should I murther you,