_Lomp._ Pardon me, oh King, I am come to inform you, at Six a-Clock this Morning is your appointed Time to die. [_Ex. King._ _King._ Let them strike me, let these Clouds pass away; let them break the Sky within me, that I may truly see, enter Orbs like the Sun; see Spirits, Angels, and the radiant Fields: but what is that to a Man in Love, a Man whose Heaven’s here? Oh my _Cademore_, who can bear the Pangs of parting! since we must part, ’tis death to live. _Enter_ Cademore. _King._ O Executioner art thou come, bring to me a Taste of Torment, a Rack of Nature, like Heaven’s Vengeance, to afflict my Soul? Still thou art my Friend, and something more than Woman, my Prospect-Glass to Paradise; thou Emblem of Eternity; oh how great’s my Thought of Heaven, whilst my Eyes are fix’d on thee! For if the way to live with you, lay through the Shades of Misery, to lodge in tremendous Caves of Darkness, one single Thought of thee would fill Obscurity full of Light, and make it like a Palace adorn’d with Diamonds: but now, oh now, what is my Hope, a Man is never destitute of Hope; but my dear Expectation, my Spring of Life, is now become the Sting of Death: for every Thought of thee shoots through my Heart; and at a Sight of thee, oh ye Goddess! that I could love thee less, and Heaven more. _Cad._ I am sorry I encrease your Grief, I come in hopes to mitigate your Pain; for every Sigh that proceeds from you, pursues me, and ecchoes in my Breast. _King._ That I believe, it must be so; ’tis so in Love, ’tis so in Musick, ’tis so in Souls; the fine in Raptures sympathize with cœlestial Joys, revived by all their Unisons in Heaven; but to free thee from Pain, I’ll think no more of Life below, but fly to nobler Thoughts, and pursue my Hopes in Happier Climes. _Cad._ Cease not to vent your Grief for my Relief, ’tis my Delight to share with you in Suffering; but rather wish that all may be fixed on me, that I may take them to some gentle Stream, and then to lay me down to stifle all in Waves; and there, oh there, let my Spirit expire. _King._ Nay, no more of that, if thou be my Friend, hate me, be lewd, be infamous, that I may banish thee; oh let me banish thee from every Glance of Thought, that I may take my Sleep, my lasting Sleep in Peace. _Cad._ Name not that to me. _King._ Name not what? _Cad._ Your Death, my Lord. _King._ ’Tis Death to resign up thee, to yield thee into others Arms; oh my _Cademore_, be a Virgin still, for if you marry, you part from me, and make me jealous in Eternity. _Cad._ Let no Thought of that arise, the Pangs of your Death will always smart in me, keep me from all and every Thought of Man.