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33 You ha' lost a Friend.

Amin.Forgive what I have done; For I am so o'er-gone with Injuries Unheard of, that I lose Consideration Of what I ought to doohoh.

Mel.Do not weep; what is't? May I once but know the Man Hath turn'd my friend thus?

Amin.I had spoke at first, but that

Mel.But what?

Amin.I held it most unfit For you to know; faith do not know it yet.

Mel.Thou seest my Love, that will keep company With thee in tears; hide nothing then from me; For when I know the cause of thy Distemper, With mine old Armour I'll adorn my self, My Resolution, and cut through thy Foes, Unto thy quiet, till I place thy heart As peaceable as spotless Innocence. What is it?

Amin.Why, 'tis thisit is too big To get out, let my Tears make way awhile.

Mel.Punish me strangely Heav'n, if he escape Of Life or Fame, that brought this Youth to this.

Amin.Your Sister.

Mel.Well said.

Amin.You'll wisht it unknown, when you have heard it.

Mel.No.

Amin.Is much to blame, And to the King has giv'n her Honour up, And lives in Whoredom with him.

Mel.How, this! Thou art run mad with Injury, indeed, Thou cou'dst not utter this else; speak again, For I forgive it freely; tell thy Griefs.

Amin.She's wanton; I am loth to say a Whore, Though it be true.

Mel.Speak yet again, before mine Anger grow Up, beyond throwing down; what are thy Griefs?

Amin.By all our Friendship, these.

Mel.What? am I tame? After mine Actions, shall the name of Friend Blot all our Family, and strike the brand Of Whore upon my Sister, unreveng'd? My shaking Flesh be thou a Witness for me, With what unwillingness I go to scourge This Rayler, whom my Folly hath called Friend; I will not take thee basely; thy Sword Hangs near thy Hand; draw it, that I may whip Thy Rashness to Repentance. Draw thy Sword.

Amin.Not on thee, did thine Anger swell as high As the wild Surges; thou shouldst do me Ease Here