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36 Amin.You must.

Mel.I will be kill'd first. Though my passions Offer'd the like to you, 'tis not this earth Shall buy my reason to it. 'Think awhile, For you are (I must weep when I speak that) Almost besides your self.

Amin.Oh, my soft temper! So many sweet words from thy sister's mouth, I am afraid, would make me take her To embrace, and pardon her. I am mad indeed, And know not what I do. Yet, have a care Of me in what thou doest.

Mel.Why, thinks my friend I will forget his honour, or, to save The bravery of our house, will lose his fame, And fear to touch the throne of majesty?

Amin.A curse will follow that; but rather live And suffer with me.

Mel.I'll do what worth shall bid me, and no more.

Amin.Faith, I am sick, and desperately I hope; Yet, leaning thus, I feel a kind of Ease.

Mel.Come, take again your mirth about you.

Amin.I shall never do't.

Mel.I warrant you; look up; we'll walk together; Put thine arm here, all shall be well again.

Amin.Thy love, O wretched, I thy love, Melantius! why, I have nothing else.

Mel.Be merry then.

Mel.This worthy young man may do violence Upon himself; but I have cherisht him To my best power, and sent him smiling from me To counterfeit again. Sword, hold thine Edge, My heart will never fail me. Diphilus. Thou com'st as sent.

Diph.Yonder has been such laughing.

Mel.Betwixt whom ?

Diph.Why, our sister and the king; I thought their spleens would break, They laugh'd us all out of the room.

Mel.They must weep, Diphilus.

Diph.Must they?

Mel.They must: Thou art my brother; and if I did believe Thou hadst a base thought, I would rip it out, Lie where it durst.

Diph.You should not, I would first mangle my self and find it.

Mel.That was spoke according to our Strain; Come join thy hands to mine, And