Thine eyes are sharper than thou canst make thy sword.

_Amint_. Away, away, thy knees are more to me than violence.
I am worse than sick to see knees follow me
For that I must not grant; for heavens sake stand.

_Evad_. Receive me then._Amint_. I dare not stay thy language;
In midst of all my anger and my grief,
Thou dost awake something that troubles me,
And sayes I lov'd thee once; I dare not stay;
There is no end of womens reasoning.

[_Leaves her_.

_Evad_. _Amintor_, thou shalt love me once again;
Go, I am calm; farewell; and peace for ever.
_Evadne_ whom thou hat'st will die for thee.

[_Kills her self_.

_Amint_. I have a little humane nature yet
That's left for thee, that bids me stay thy hand.
[_Returns_.

_Evad_. Thy hand was welcome, but came too late;
Oh I am lost! the heavy sleep makes haste.

[_She dies_.

_Asp_. Oh, oh, oh!

_Amint_. This earth of mine doth tremble, and I feel
A stark affrighted motion in my blood;
My soul grows weary of her house, and I
All over am a trouble to my self;
There is some hidden power in these dead things
That calls my flesh into'em; I am cold;
Be resolute, and bear'em company:
There's something yet which I am loth to leave.
There's man enough in me to meet the fears
That death can bring, and yet would it were done;
I can find nothing in the whole discourse
Of death, I durst not meet the boldest way;
Yet still betwixt the reason and the act,
The wrong I to _Aspatia_ did stands up,
I have not such a fault to answer,
Though she may justly arm with scorn
And hate of me, my soul will part less troubled,
When I have paid to her in tears my sorrow:
I will not leave this act unsatisfied,