_Evad_. By this light he does, strangely and basely, and I'le prove it so; I did not shun him for a night, But told him I would never close with him. _King_. Speak lower, 'tis false. _Evad_. I'm no man to answer with a blow; Or if I were, you are the King; but urge me not, 'tis most true. _King_. Do not I know the uncontrouled thoughts That youth brings with him, when his bloud is high With expectation and desires of that He long hath waited for? is not his spirit, Though he be temperate, of a valiant strain, As this our age hath known? what could he do, If such a sudden speech had met his blood, But ruine thee for ever? if he had not kill'd thee, He could not bear it thus; he is as we, Or any other wrong'd man. _Evad_. It is dissembling. _King_. Take him; farewel; henceforth I am thy foe; And what disgraces I can blot thee, look for. _Evad_. Stay Sir; _Amintor_, you shall hear, _Amintor_. _Amint_. What my Love? _Evad_. _Amintor_, thou hast an ingenious look, And shouldst be vertuous; it amazeth me, That thou canst make such base malicious lyes. _Amint_. What my dear Wife? _Evad_. Dear Wife! I do despise thee; Why, nothing can be baser, than to sow Dissention amongst Lovers. _Amint_. Lovers! who? _Evad_. The King and me. _Amint_. O Heaven! _Evad_. Who should live long, and love without distaste, Were it not for such pickthanks as thy self! Did you lie with me? swear now, and be punisht in hell For this. _Amint_. The faithless Sin I made To fair _Aspatia_, is not yet reveng'd, It follows me; I will not lose a word To this wild Woman; but to you my King, The anguish of my soul thrusts out this truth, Y'are a Tyrant; and not so much to wrong An honest man thus, as to take a pride In talking with him of it. _Evad_. Now Sir, see how loud this fellow lyed. _Amint_. You that can know to wrong, should know how Men must right themselves: what punishment is due From me to him that shall abuse my bed! It is not death; nor can that satisfie, Unless I send your lives through all the Land, To shew how nobly I have freed my self. _King_. Draw not thy Sword, thou knowest I cannot fear A subjects hand; but thou shalt feel the weight of this If thou dost rage.