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'le 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_. Prethee to bed then; let me take it warm,
There you shall know the state of my body better.

_Evad_. I know you have a surfeited foul body,
And you must bleed.

_King_. Bleed!

_Evad_. I, 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'le take thee unprepar'd; thy fears upon thee,
That make thy sins look double, and so send thee
(By my revenge I will) to look those torments
Prepar'd for such black souls.

_King_. Thou dost not mean this: 'tis impossible:
Thou art too sweet and gentle.

_Evad_. No, I am not:
I am as foul as thou art, and can number
As many such hells here: I was once fair,
Once I was lovely, not a blowing Rose
More chastly sweet, till tho[u], thou, thou, foul
Canker,
(Stir not) didst poyson me: I was a world of vertue,
Till your curst Court and you (hell bless you for't)
With your temptations on temptations
Made me give up min