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64 Amin.'Tis Aspatia. My Senses fade, let me give up my Soul Into thy Bosom.

Cal.What's that? what's that? Aspatia!

Mel.I never did repent the Greatness of my heart til. It will not burst at need.

Cal.My Daughter dead here too! and you have all Tricks to grieve; but I ne'er knew any but direct crying.

Mel.I am a Pratler; but no more.

Diph.Hold, Brother.

Lys.Stop him.

Diph.Fie, how unmanly was this Offer in you! Does this become our Strain?

Cal.I know not what the matter is, but I am Grown very kind, and am Friends with you; You have giv'n me that among you will kill me Quickly; but I'll go home, and live as long as I can.

Mel.His spirit is but poor that can be kept From Death for want of Weapons. Is not my Hand a Weapon good enough To stop my breath? or if you tie down those, I vow, Amintor, I will never Eat, Or Drink, or Sleep, or have to do with that That may preserve Life; this I swear to keep.

Lys.Look to him tho', and bear those Bodies in. May this a fair Example be to me, To Rule with Temper: For, on lustful Kings, Unlook'd for, sudden Deaths from Heav'n are sent. But curst is he that is their Instrument.