I find my heart at peace.

_Amint_. It must not be so; stay, mine eyes would tell
How loth I am to this; but love and tears
Leave me a while, for I have hazarded
All this world calls happy; thou hast wrought
A secret from me under name of Friend,
Which Art could ne're have found, nor torture wrung
From out my bosom; give it me agen,
For I will find it, wheresoe're it lies
Hid in the mortal'st part; invent a way to give it back.

_Mel_. Why, would you have it back?
I will to death pursue him with revenge.

_Amint_. Therefore I call it back from thee; for I know
Thy blood so high, that thou wilt stir in this, and
shame me
To posterity: take to thy Weapon.

_Mel_. Hear thy friend, that bears more years than thou.

_Amint_. I will not hear: but draw, or I----

_Mel_. _Amintor_.

_Amint_. Draw then, for I am full as resolute
As fame and honour can inforce me be;
I cannot linger, draw.

_Mel_. I do--but is not
My share of credit equal with thine if I do stir?

_Amint_. No; for it will be cal'd
Honour in thee to spill thy Sisters blood,
If she her birth abuse, and on the King
A brave revenge: but on me that have walkt
With patience in it, it will fix the name
Of fearful Cuckold--O that word! be quick.

_Mel_. Then joyn with me.

_Amint_. I dare not do a sin, or else I would: be speedy.

_Mel_. Then dare not fight with me, for that's a sin.
His grief distracts him; call thy thoughts agen,
And to thy self pronounce the name of friend,
And see what that will work; I will not fight.

_Amint_. You must.

_Mel_. I will be kill'd first, though my passions
Offred the like to you; 'tis not this earth
Shall buy my reason to it; think a while,
For you are (I must weep when I speak that)
Almost besides your self.

_Amint_. Oh my soft temper!
So many sweet words from thy Sisters mouth,
I am afraid would make me take her
To embrace, and pardon her. I am mad ind