_King_. Hold _Evadne_! I do command thee hold. _Evad_. I do not mean Sir, To part so fairly with you; we must change More of these love-tricks yet. _King_. What bloody villain Provok't thee to this murther? _Evad_. Thou, thou monster. _King_. Oh! _Evad_. Thou kept'st me brave at Court, and Whor'd me; Then married me to a young noble Gentleman; And Whor'd me still. _King_. _Evadne_, pity me. _Evad_. Hell take me then; this for my Lord _Amintor_; This for my noble brother: and this stroke For the most wrong'd of women. [_Kills him_. _King_. Oh! I die. _Evad_. Die all our faults together; I forgive thee. [_Exit_. _Enter two of the Bed-Chamber_. 1. Come now she's gone, let's enter, the King expects it, and will be angry. 2. 'Tis a fine wench, we'I have a snap at her one of these nights as she goes from him. 1. Content: how quickly he had done with her! I see Kings can do no more that way than other mortal people. 2. How fast he is! I cannot hear him breathe. 1. Either the Tapers give a feeble light, or he looks very pale. 2. And so he does, pray Heaven he be well. Let's look: Alas! he's stiffe, wounded and dead: Treason, Treason! 1. Run forth and call. [_Exit Gent_. 2. Treason, Treason! 1. This will be laid on us: who can believe A Woman could do this? _Enter_ Cleon _and_ Lisippus. _Cleon_. How now, where's the Traytor? 1. Fled, fled away; but there her woful act lies still. _Cle_. Her act! a Woman! _Lis_. Where's the body? 1. There. _Lis_. Farewel thou worthy man; there were two bonds That tyed our loves, a Brother and a King; The least of which might fetch a flood of tears: But such the misery of greatness is, They have no time to mourn; then pardon me. Sirs, which way went she? [_Enter Strato_. _Strat_. Never follow her, For she alas! was but the instrument. News is now brought in, that _Melantius_ Has got the Fort, and stands upon the wall; And with a loud voice calls those few that pass At this dead time of night, delivering The innocent of this act.