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63 Aspatia, speak: what no help? yet I fool, I'll chafe her Temples: yet there's nothing stirs; Some hidden Pow'r tell her that Amintor calls, And let her answer me: Aspatia, speak. I have heard, if there be any life, but bow The body thus, and it will show itself. Oh, she is gone! I will not leave her yet. Since out of justice we must challenge nothing, I'll call it mercy, if you'll pity me, Ye heavenly powers! and lend, for some few years, The blessed soul to this fair seat again. No comfort comes; the gods deny me too! I'll bow the body once again: Aspatia! The soul is fled for ever; and I wrong Myself, so long to lose her company. Must I talk now? Here's to be with thee, love! [Stabs himself. Enter Servant.

Ser.This is a great grace to my lord, to have the new king come to him: I must tell him he is entering.—Oh, God! Help! help!

Lys.Where's Amintor?

Ser.Oh, there, there.

Lys.How strange is this!

Cal.What should we do here?

Mel.These deaths are such acquainted things with me, That yet my heart dissolves not. May I stand Stiff here for ever! Eyes, call up your tears! This is Amintor: Heart! he was my friend; Melt; now it flows.—Amintor, give a word To call me to thee.

Amin.Oh!

Mel.Melantius calls his friend Amintor. Oh thy Arms Are kinder to me than thy tongue; Speak, speak!

Amin.What?

Mel.That little word was worth all the sounds That ever I shall hear again.

Diph.Oh, brother! Here lies your sister slain; you lose yourself In sorrow there.

Mel.Why, Diphilus, it is A thing to laugh at, in respect of this: Here was my sister, father, brother, son; All that I had!—Speak once again: What youth Lies slain there by thee? Amin.