Kings and rulers -- Drama; Revenge -- Drama; Tragedies (Drama)
_Mel_. Then dare not fight with me, for that's a sin.
His grief distracts him; call thy thoughts agen,
And to thy self pronounce the name of friend,
And see what that will work; I will not fight.
_Amint_. You must.
_Mel_. I will be kill'd first, though my passions
Offred the like to you; 'tis not this earth
Shall buy my reason to it; think a while,
For you are (I must weep when I speak that)
Almost besides your self.
_Amint_. Oh my soft temper!
So many sweet words from thy Sisters mouth,
I am afraid would make me take her
To embrace, and pardon her. I am mad indeed,
And know not what I do; yet have a care
Of me in what thou doest.
_Mel_. Why thinks my friend I will forget his honour, or to save
The bravery of our house, will lose his fame,
And fear to touch the Throne of Majesty?
_Amint_. A curse will follow that, but rather live
And suffer with me.
_Mel_. I will do what worth shall bid me, and no more.
_Amint_. Faith I am sick, and desperately I hope,
Yet leaning thus, I feel a kind of ease.
_Mel_. Come take agen your mirth about you.
_Amint_. I shall never do't.
_Mel_. I warrant you, look up, wee'l walk together,
Put thine arm here, all shall be well agen.
_Amint_. Thy Love, O wretched, I thy Love, _Melantius_;
why, I have nothing else.
_Mel_. Be merry then.
[_Exeunt. Enter Melantius agen_.
_Mel_. This worthy young man may do violence
Upon himself, but I have cherisht him
To my best power, and sent him smiling from me
To counterfeit again; Sword hold thine edge,
My heart will never fail me: _Diphilus_,
Thou com'st as sent.
[_Enter Diphilus_.
_Diph_. Yonder has been such laughing.
_Mel_. Betwixt whom?
_Diph_. Why, our Sister and the King,
I thought their spleens would break,
They laught us all out of the room.
_Mel_. They must weep, _Diphilus_.
_Diph_. Must they?
_Mel_. They must: thou art my Brother, and if I did believe
Thou hadst a base thought, I would rip it out,
Lie where it durst.
_Diph_. You should not, I would first mangle my self and find it.
_Mel_. That was spoke according to our strain; come
Joyn thy hands to mine,
And swear a firmness to what project I shall lay
before thee.
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