_Evad_. Now I shall try thy truth; if thou dost love me, Thou weigh'st not any thing compar'd with me; Life, Honour, joyes Eternal, all Delights This world can yield, or hopeful people feign, Or in the life to come, are light as Air To a true Lover when his Lady frowns, And bids him do this: wilt thou kill this man? Swear my _Amintor_, and I'le kiss the sin off from thy lips. _Amin_. I will not swear sweet Love, Till I do know the cause. _Evad_. I would thou wouldst; Why, it is thou that wrongest me, I hate thee, Thou shouldst have kill'd thy self. _Amint_. If I should know that, I should quickly kill The man you hated. _Evad_. Know it then, and do't. _Amint_. Oh no, what look soe're thou shalt put on, To try my faith, I shall not think thee false; I cannot find one blemish in thy face, Where falsehood should abide: leave and to bed; If you have sworn to any of the Virgins That were your old companions, to preserve Your Maidenhead a night, it may be done without this means. _Evad_. A Maidenhead _Amintor_ at my years? _Amint_. Sure she raves, this cannot be Thy natural temper; shall I call thy maids? Either thy healthful sleep hath left thee long, Or else some Fever rages in thy blood. _Evad_. Neither _Amintor_; think you I am mad, Because I speak the truth? _Amint_. Will you not lie with me to night? _Evad_. To night? you talk as if I would hereafter. _Amint_. Hereafter? yes, I do. _Evad_. You are deceiv'd, put off amazement, and with patience mark What I shall utter, for the Oracle Knows nothing truer, 'tis not for a night Or two that I forbear thy bed, but for ever. _Amint_. I dream,--awake _Amintor_! _Evad_. You hear right, I sooner will find out the beds of Snakes, And with my youthful blood warm their cold flesh, Letting them curle themselves about my Limbs, Than sleep one night with thee; this is not feign'd, Nor sounds it like the coyness of a Bride.