And not swear vengeance? what's the matter friend?

_Amin_. Out with thy sword; and hand in hand with me
Rush to the Chamber of this hated King,
And sink him with the weight of all his sins to hell
for ever.

_Mel_. 'Twere a rash attempt,
Not to be done with safety: let your reason
Plot your revenge, and not your passion.

_Amint_. If thou refusest me in these extreams,
Thou art no friend: he sent for her to me;
By Heaven to me; my self; and I must tell ye
I love her as a stranger; there is worth
In that vile woman, worthy things, _Melantius_;
And she repents. I'le do't my self alone,
Though I be slain. Farewell.

_Mel_. He'l overthrow my whole design with madness:
_Amintor_, think what thou doest; I dare as much as
valour;
But 'tis the King, the King, the King, _Amintor_,
With whom thou fightest; I know he's honest,

[_Aside_.

And this will work with him.

_Amint_. I cannot tell
What thou hast said; but thou hast charm'd my sword
Out of my hand, and left me shaking here defenceless.

_Mel_. I will take it up for thee.

_Amint_. What a wild beast is uncollected man!
The thing that we call Honour, bears us all
Headlong unto sin, and yet it self is nothing.

_Mel_. Alas, how variable are thy thoughts!

_Amint_. Just like my fortunes: I was run to that
I purpos'd to have chid thee for.
Some Plot I did distrust thou hadst against the King
By that old fellows carriage: but take heed,
There is not the least limb growing to a King,
But carries thunder in it.

_Mel_. I have none against him.

_Amint_. Why, come then, and still remember we may
not think revenge.

_Mel_. I will remember.

_Actus Quintus_.

_Enter_ Evadne _and a_ Gentleman.

_Evad_. Sir, is the King abed?

_Gent_. Madam, an hour ago.

_Evad_. Give me the key then, and let none be near;