Kings and rulers -- Drama; Revenge -- Drama; Tragedies (Drama)
_Amint_. Could'st thou procure the Gods to speak to me,
To bid me love this woman, and forgive,
I think I should fall out with them; behold
Here lies a youth whose wounds bleed in my brest,
Sent by his violent Fate to fetch his death
From my slow hand: and to augment my woe,
You now are present stain'd with a Kings blood
Violently shed: this keeps night here,
And throws an unknown wilderness about me.
_Asp_. Oh, oh, oh!
_Amint_. No more, pursue me not.
_Evad_. Forgive me then, and take me to thy bed.
We may not part.
_Amint_. Forbear, be wise, and let my rage go this way.
_Evad_. 'Tis you that I would stay, not it.
_Amint_. Take heed, it will return with me.
_Evad_. If it must be, I shall not fear to meet it; take me home.
_Amint_. Thou monster of cruelty, forbear.
_Evad_. For heavens sake look more calm;
Thine eyes are sharper than thou canst make thy sword.
_Amint_. Away, away, thy knees are more to me than violence.
I am worse than sick to see knees follow me
For that I must not grant; for heavens sake stand.
_Evad_. Receive me then._Amint_. I dare not stay thy language;
In midst of all my anger and my grief,
Thou dost awake something that troubles me,
And sayes I lov'd thee once; I dare not stay;
There is no end of womens reasoning.
[_Leaves her_.
_Evad_. _Amintor_, thou shalt love me once again;
Go, I am calm; farewell; and peace for ever.
_Evadne_ whom thou hat'st will die for thee.
[_Kills her self_.
_Amint_. I have a little humane nature yet
That's left for thee, that bids me stay thy hand.
[_Returns_.
_Evad_. Thy hand was welcome, but came too late;
Oh I am lost! the heavy sleep makes haste.
[_She dies_.
_Asp_. Oh, oh, oh!
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