Kings and rulers -- Drama; Revenge -- Drama; Tragedies (Drama)
_Mel_. No more. My worthy father's and my services
Are liberally rewarded! King, I thank thee,
For all my dangers and my wounds, thou hast paid me
In my own metal: These are Souldiers thanks.
How long have you liv'd thus _Evadne_?
_Evad_. Too long.
_Mel_. Too late you find it: can you be sorry?
_Evad_. Would I were half as blameless.
_Mel_. _Evadne_, thou wilt to thy trade again.
_Evad_. First to my grave.
_Mel_. Would gods th'hadst been so blest:
Dost thou not hate this King now? prethee hate him:
Couldst thou not curse him? I command thee curse him,
Curse till the gods hear, and deliver him
To thy just wishes: yet I fear _Evadne_;
You had rather play your game out.
_Evad_. No, I feel
Too many sad confusions here to let in any loose flame
hereafter.
_Mel_. Dost thou not feel amongst all those one brave anger
That breaks out nobly, and directs thine arm to kill
this base King?
_Evad_. All the gods forbid it.
_Mel_. No, all the gods require it, they are dishonoured in him.
_Evad_. 'Tis too fearful.
_Mel_. Y'are valiant in his bed, and bold enough
To be a stale whore, and have your Madams name
Discourse for Grooms and Pages, and hereafter
When his cool Majestie hath laid you by,
To be at pension with some needy Sir
For meat and courser clothes, thus far you know no fear.
Come, you shall kill him.
_Evad_. Good Sir!
_Mel_. And 'twere to kiss him dead, thou'd smother him;
Be wise and kill him: Canst thou live and know
What noble minds shall make thee see thy self
Found out with every finger, made the shame
Of all successions, and in this great ruine
Thy brother and thy noble husband broken?
Thou shalt not live thus; kneel and swear to help me
When I shall call thee to it, or by all
Holy in heaven and earth, thou shalt not live
To breath a full hour longer, not a thought:
Come 'tis a righteous oath; give me thy hand,
And both to heaven held up, swear by that wealth
This lustful thief stole from thee, when I say it,
To let his foul soul out.
_Evad_. Here I swear it,
And all you spirits of abused Ladies
Help me in this performance.
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