_Evad_. The night grows horrible, and all about me Like my black purpose: O the Conscience [_King abed_. Of a lost Virgin; whither wilt thou pull me? To what things dismal, as the depth of Hell, Wilt thou provoke me? Let no [woman] dare From this hour be disloyal: if her heart Be flesh, if she have blood, and can fear, 'tis a daring Above that desperate fool that left his peace, And went to Sea to fight: 'tis so many sins An age cannot prevent 'em: and so great, The gods want mercy for: yet I must through 'em. I have begun a slaughter on my honour, And I must end it there: he sleeps, good heavens! Why give you peace to this untemperate beast That hath so long transgressed you? I must kill him, And I will do't bravely: the meer joy Tells me I merit in it: yet I must not Thus tamely do it as he sleeps: that were To rock him to another world: my vengeance Shall take him waking, and then lay before him The number of his wrongs and punishments. I'le shake his sins like furies, till I waken His evil Angel, his sick Conscience: And then I'le strike him dead: King, by your leave: [_Ties his armes to the bed_. I dare not trust your strength: your Grace and I Must grapple upon even terms no more: So, if he rail me not from my resolution, I shall be strong enough. My Lord the King, my Lord; he sleeps As if he meant to wake no more, my Lord; Is he not dead already? Sir, my Lord. _King_. Who's that? _Evad_. O you sleep soundly Sir! _King_. My dear _Evadne_, I have been dreaming of thee; come to bed. _Evad_. I am come at length Sir, but how welcome? _King_. What pretty new device is this _Evadne_? What do you tie me to you by my love? This is a quaint one: Come my dear and kiss me; I'le be thy _Mars_ to bed my Queen of Love: Let us be caught together, that the Gods may see, And envy our embraces. _Evad_. Stay Sir, stay, You are too hot, and I have brought you Physick To temper your high veins. _King_. Prethee to bed then; let me take it warm, There you shall know the state of my body better.