I did that Lady wrong; methinks I feel Her grief shoot suddenly through all my veins; Mine eyes run; this is strange at such a time. It was the King first mov'd me to't, but he Has not my will in keeping--why do I Perplex my self thus? something whispers me, Go not to bed; my guilt is not so great As mine own conscience (too sensible) Would make me think; I only brake a promise, And 'twas the King that forc't me: timorous flesh, Why shak'st thou so? away my idle fears. [_Enter Evadne_. Yonder she is, the lustre of whose eye Can blot away the sad remembrance Of all these things: Oh my _Evadne_, spare That tender body, let it not take cold, The vapours of the night will not fall here. To bed my Love; _Hymen_ will punish us For being slack performers of his rites. Cam'st thou to call me? _Evad_. No. _Amin_. Come, come my Love, And let us lose our selves to one another. Why art thou up so long? _Evad_. I am not well. _Amint_. To bed then let me wind thee in these arms, Till I have banisht sickness. _Evad_. Good my Lord, I cannot sleep. _Amin_. _Evadne_, we'l watch, I mean no sleeping. _Evad_. I'le not go to bed. _Amin_. I prethee do. _Evad_. I will not for the world. _Amin_. Why my dear Love? _Evad_. Why? I have sworn I will not. _Amin_. Sworn! _Evad_. I. _Amint_. How? Sworn _Evadne_? _Evad_. Yes, Sworn _Amintor_, and will swear again If you will wish to hear me. 0 _Amin_. To whom have you Sworn this? _Evad_. If I should name him, the matter were not great. _Amin_. Come, this is but the coyness of a Bride. _Evad_. The coyness of a Bride? _Amin_. How prettily that frown becomes thee! _Evad_. Do you like it so? _Amin_. Thou canst not dress thy face in such a look But I shall like it. _Evad_. What look likes you best? _Amin_. Why do you ask? _Evad_. That I may shew you one less pleasing to you. _Amin_. How's that? _Evad_. That I may shew you one less pleasing to you. _Amint_. I prethee put thy jests in milder looks. It shews as thou wert angry. _Evad_. So perhaps I am indeed. _Amint_. Why, who has done thee wrong? Name me the man, and by thy self I swear, Thy yet unconquer'd self, I will revenge thee.