Kings and rulers -- Drama; Revenge -- Drama; Tragedies (Drama)
_Amint_. She swounds: _Aspatia_ help, for Heavens sake water;
Such as may chain life for ever to this frame.
_Aspatia_, speak: what no help? yet I fool,
I'le chafe her temples, yet there's nothing stirs;
Some hidden Power tell her that _Amintor_ calls,
And let her answer me: _Aspatia_, speak.
I have heard, if there be life, but bow
The body thus, and it will shew it self.
Oh she is gone! I will not leave her yet.
Since out of justice we must challenge nothing;
I'le call it mercy if you'l pity me,
You heavenly powers, and lend for some few years,
The blessed soul to this fair seat agen.
No comfort comes, the gods deny me too.
I'le bow the body once agen: _Aspatia_!
The soul is fled for ever, and I wrong
My self, so long to lose her company.
Must I talk now? Here's to be with thee love.
[_Kills himself_.
_Enter_ Servant.
_Ser_. This is a great grace to my Lord, to have the new
King come to him; I must tell him, he is entring.
O Heaven help, help;
_Enter_ Lysip. Melant. Cal. Cleon, Diph. Strato.
_Lys_. Where's _Amintor_?
_Strat_. O there, there.
_Lys_. How strange is this!
_Cal_. What should we do here?
_Mel_. These deaths are such acquainted things with me,
That yet my heart dissolves not. May I stand
Stiff here for ever; eyes, call up your tears;
This is _Amintor_: heart he was my friend;
Melt, now it flows; _Amintor_, give a word
To call me to thee.
_Amint_. Oh!
_Mel_. _Melantius_ calls his friend _Amintor_; Oh thy arms
Are kinder to me than thy tongue;
Speak, speak.
_Amint_. What?
_Mel_. That little word was worth all the sounds
That ever I shall hear agen.
_Diph_. O brother! here lies your Sister slain;
You lose your self in sorrow there.
_Mel_. Why _Diphilus_, it is
A thing to laugh at in respect of this;
Here was my Sister, Father, Brother, Son;
All that I had; speak once again;
What youth lies slain there by thee?
_Amint_. 'Tis _Aspatia_.
My senses fade, let me give up my soul
Into thy bosom.
_Cal. What's that? what's that? _Aspatia_!
_Mel_. I never did repent the greatness of my heart till now;
It will not burst at need.
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