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53 And I will do it bravely: The mere joy Tells me, I merit in it. Yet I must not Thus tamely do it, as he sleeps; that were To rock him to another world: My vengeance Shall take him waking, and then lay before him The number of his wrongs and punishments. I'll shake his sins like furies, till I waken His evil angel, his sick conscience; And then I'll strike him dead. King, by your leave: I dare not trust your strength. Your grace and I Must grapple upon even terms no more. So. If he rail me not from my resolution, I shall be strong enough. My lord the king, my lord; he sleeps As if he meant to wake no more; my lord; Is he not dead already? Sir, my Lord!

King.Who's that?

Evad.O you sleep soundly, sir!

King.My dear Evadne, I have been dreaming of thee. Come to bed.

Evad.I am come at length, sir; but how welcome?

King.What pretty new device is this, Evadne? What, do you tie me to you? By my love, This is a quaint one. Come, my dear, and kiss me. I'll be thy Mars; to bed, my queen of love: Let us be caught together, that the gods May see, and envy our embraces.

Evad.Stay, sir, stay; You are too hot, and I have brought you physick To temper your high veins.

King.Prithee, to Bed then; let me take it warm; There thou shalt know the state of my body better.

Evad.I know you have a surfeited foul body; And you must bleed.

King.Bleed!

Evad.Ay, you shall bleed! Lie still; and, if the devil, Your lust, will give you leave, repent. This steel Comes to redeem the honour that you stole, King, my fair name; which nothing but thy death Can answer to the world.

King.How's this, Evadne?

Evad.I am not she; nor bear I in this breast So much cold spirit to be call'd a Woman. I am a Tyger, I am any thing That knows not Pity. Stir not, if thou dost, I'll take thee unprepar'd; thy Fears upon thee, That