His Nemesis is Aspatia, constant unto death,--and in her death, awakening such remorse that he must die to be with her: "Aspatia!" he cries-- The soule is fled forever, and I wrong Myselfe so long to lose her company, Must I talke now? Heres to be with thee, love![240] Rymer's criticism and that of a recent essayist,[241] of "the irrelevance of the motives that Beaumont employs" in the characterization and conduct of Evadne have logicality of appearance, but are based upon incorrect premises. The facts, as Beaumont gives them, are that Evadne was "once fair" and "chastely sweet,"--before she met the King; that she was already corrupt when she took Amintor as her husband; that her "delicacy of feeling" after the marriage, in presence of her Ladies of the Bedchamber, is an assumed delicacy; that she loves the King "with ambition not with her eyes" (III, 1); that she "would bend to any one that won his throne"; that she has accepted Amintor as a screen, but speedily lusts for him, and is willing to give herself to him if he will forthright kill the King (II, 1, 179): Wilt thou kill this man? Sweare, my Amintor, and I'le kisse the sin Off from thy lips. But Amintor is cautious and obliquely conscientious, not the kind of man to satisfy her new desire, and ambition too. He could never win her by winning the throne,--too lily-livered: "I wonnot sweare, sweet love," says he, "till I do know the cause";-- Then she, with passion "I wood thou wouldst."--But she is a woman whose first behest is scorned; and with sudden revulsion of contempt for this poltroon, as she now conceives him-- Why, it is _thou_ that wrongst me; I hate thee; Thou shouldst have kild thy selfe. Amintor has lost his evil chance. She despises him and yet, in her better moments, with a kind of pity. It follows that her prompt avowal of her liaison, and her return to the King and insulting treatment of Amintor are of a piece with the corrupted nature of the woman,--a nature that she displays up to the moment of her awakening and imagined repentance. The facts are, too, that she does not, immediately after she has sworn to her brother to let the foul soul of the King out, develop (IV, 1), as Mr. More thinks, a "mood of sudden and overwhelming love for Amintor." She merely asks his pardon: I doe appeare the same, the same Evadne, Drest in the shames I liv'd in, the same monster, But these are names of honour to what I _am_ ... I am hell Till you, my deare lord, shoot your light into me, _The beames of your forgivenesse_.