Kings and rulers -- Drama; Revenge -- Drama; Tragedies (Drama)
Thus to be kickt--why should he be so slow
[_Aside_.
In giving me my death?
_Amint_. A man can bear
No more and keep his flesh; forgive me then;
I would endure yet if I could; now shew
The spirit thou pretendest, and understand
Thou hast no honour to live:
[_They fight_.
What dost thou mean? thou canst not fight:
The blows thou mak'st at me are quite besides;
And those I offer at thee, thou spread'st thine arms,
And tak'st upon thy breast, Alas! defenceless.
_Asp_. I have got enough,
And my desire; there's no place so fit for me to die
as here.
_Enter_ Evadne.
_Evad_. _Amintor_; I am loaden with events
That flie to make thee happy; I have joyes
[_Her hands bloody with a knife_.
That in a moment can call back thy wrongs,
And settle thee in thy free state again;
It is _Evadne_ still that follows thee, but not her
mischiefs.
_Amint_. Thou canst not fool me to believe agen;
But thou hast looks and things so full of news that
I am staid.
_Evad_. Noble _Amintor_, put off thy amaze;
Let thine eyes loose, and speak, am I not fair?
Looks not _Evadne_ beauteous with these rites now?
Were those hours half so lovely in thine eyes,
When our hands met before the holy man?
I was too foul within to look fair then;
Since I knew ill, I was not free till now.
_Amint_. There is presage of some important thing
About thee, which it seems thy tongue hath lost:
Thy hands are bloody, and thou hast a knife.
_Evad_. In this consists thy happiness and mine;
Joy to _Amintor_, for the King is dead.
_Amint_. Those have most power to hurt us that we love,
We lay our sleeping lives within their arms.
Why, thou hast rais'd up mischief to this height,
And found out one to out-name thy other faults;
Thou hast no intermission of thy sins,
But all thy life is a continual ill;
Black is thy colour now, disease thy nature.
Joy to _Amintor_! thou hast toucht a life,
The very name of which had power to chain
Up all my rage, and calm my wildest wrongs.
_Evad_. 'Tis done; and since I could not find a way
To meet thy love so clear, as through his life,
I cannot now repent it.
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