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41 Mine own remembrance is a Misery too mighty for me.

Mel.Do not fall back again; my Sword's unsheath'd yet.

Evad.What shall I do?

Mel.Be true, and make your Fault less.

Evad.I dare not tell.

Mel.Tell, or I'll be this Day a killing thee.

Evad.Will you forgive me then?

Mel.Stay, I must ask mine Honour first, I have too much foolish nature in me, speak.

Evad.Is there none else here?

Mel.None but a fearful Conscience, that's too many. Who is't?

Evad.O hear me gently; it was the King.

Mel.No more. My worthy Father's and my Services Are liberally rewarded! King, I thank thee: For all my Dangers and my Wounds, thou hast paid me In my own Metal: These are Soldiers thanks. How long have you liv'd thus, Evadne?

Evad.Too long.

Mel.Too late you find it: Can you be sorry?

Evad.Wou'd I were half as blameless.

Mel.Evadne, thou wilt to thy Trade again.

Evad.First to my Grave.

Mel.Wou'd Gods th'hadst been so blest: Dost thou not hate this King now? prethee hate him, Cou'dst thou not curse him? I command thee curse him, Curse till the Gods hear, and deliver him To thy just Wishes; yet I fear, Evadne, You had rather play your Game out.

Evad.No, I feel too many sad Confusions here To let in any loose Flame hereafter.

Mel.Dost thou not feel among all those one brave Anger, That breaks out nobly, and directs thine Arm To kill this base King?

Evad.All the Gods forbid it.

Mel.No, all the Gods require it, they are dishonour'd in him.

Evad.'Tis too fearful.

Mel.You're valiant in his Bed, and bold enough To be a stale Whore, and have your Madam's Name Discourse for Grooms and Pages; and hereafter, When his cool Majesty hath laid you by, To be at Pension with some needy Sir For Meat and courser Clothes, Thus far you know no fear. Come, you shall kill him.

Evad.Good Sir!

Mel.An 'twere to kiss him Dead, thou'dst smother him; Be wise and kill him: Canst thou live, and know What noble Minds shall make thee see thy self Found out with ev'ry Finger, made the Shame Of all Successions, and in this great Ruin Thy