_Amint_. Do not wrong me so; Yes, if his body were a poysonous plant, That it were death to touch, I have a soul Will throw me on him. _Evad_. Why 'tis the King. _Amint_. The King! _Evad_. What will you do now? _Amint_. 'Tis not the King. _Evad_. What, did he make this match for dull _Amintor_? _Amint_. Oh! thou hast nam'd a word that wipes away All thoughts revengeful: in that sacred name, The King, there lies a terror: what frail man Dares lift his hand against it? let the Gods Speak to him when they please; Till then let us suffer and wait. _Evad_. Why should you fill your self so full of heat, And haste so to my bed? I am no Virgin. _Amint_. What Devil put it in thy fancy then To marry me? _Evad_. Alas, I must have one To Father Children, and to bear the name Of Husband to me, that my sin may be more honourable. _Amint_. What a strange thing am I! _Evad_. A miserable one; one that my self am sorry for. _Amint_. Why shew it then in this, If thou hast pity, though thy love be none, Kill me, and all true Lovers that shall live In after ages crost in their desires, Shall bless thy memory, and call thee good, Because such mercy in thy heart was found, To rid a lingring Wretch. _Evad_. I must have one To fill thy room again, if thou wert dead, Else by this night I would: I pity thee. _Amint_. These strange and sudden injuries have faln So thick upon me, that I lose all sense Of what they are: methinks I am not wrong'd, Nor is it ought, if from the censuring World I can but hide it--Reputation, Thou art a word, no more; but thou hast shown An impudence so high, that to the World I fear thou wilt betray or shame thy self. _Evad_. To cover shame I took thee, never fear That I would blaze my self.