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] All fortunes: sorrow looks lovely here;

And there's no man that would not entertain

His griefs as friends, were he but sure they'd shew

No worse upon him.

But I forget myself: I came to chide.

Agl. If I have sinn'd so high,

That yet my punishment equals not my crime,

Do, sir.

I should be loth to die in debt to justice,

How ill soe'er I paid the scores of love.

King. And those indeed thou hast but paid indifferently

To me. I did deserve at least fair death,

Not to be murthered thus in private.

That was too cruel, mistress.

And I do know thou dost repent, and wilt

Yet make me satisfaction.

Agl. What satisfaction, sir?

I am no monster, never had two hearts:

One is by holy vows another's now;

And, could I give it you, you would not take it:

For 'tis alike impossible for me

To love again, as you love perjury.

O sir, consider what a flame love is!

If by rude means you think to force a light,

That of itself it would not freely give,

You blow it out, and leave yourself i' th' dark.

The prince once gone, you may as well persuade

The light to stay behind, when the sun posts

To th' other world, as me. Alas! we two

Have mingled souls more than two meeting brooks;

And, whosoever is design'd to be

The murtherer of my lord (as sure there is

Has anger'd heav'n so far, that 't has decreed

Him to increase his punishment that way),

Would he but search the heart, when he has done,

He there would find Aglaura murther'd too.

King. Thou hast o'ercome me, mov'd so handsomely

For pity, that I will disinherit

The elder brother, and from this hour be

Thy convert, not thy lover.

Ziriff, despatch! Away! And he that brings

News of the prince's weliare, look that he have

The same reward we had decreed to him

Brought tidings of his death.