If all that's left in me can answer it.

_Asp_. Was it a dream? there stands _Amintor_ still:
Or I dream still.

_Amint_. How dost thou? speak, receive my love, and help:
Thy blood climbs up to his old place again:
There's hope of thy recovery.

_Asp_. Did you not name _Aspatia_?

_Amint_. I did.

_Asp_. And talkt of tears and sorrow unto her?

_Amint_. 'Tis true, and till these happy signs in thee
Did stay my course, 'twas thither I was going.

_Asp_. Th'art there already, and these wounds are hers:
Those threats I brought with me, sought not revenge,
But came to fetch this blessing from thy hand,
I am _Aspatia_ yet.

_Amint_. Dare my soul ever look abroad agen?

_Asp_. I shall live _Amintor_; I am well:
A kind of healthful joy wanders within me.

_Amint_. The world wants lines to excuse thy loss:
Come let me bear thee to some place of help.

_Asp_. _Amintor_ thou must stay, I must rest here,
My strength begins to disobey my will.
How dost thou my best soul? I would fain live,
Now if I could: would'st thou have loved me then?

_Amint_. Alas! all that I am's not worth a hair from thee.

_Asp_. Give me thy hand, mine hands grope up and down,
And cannot find thee; I am wondrous sick:
Have I thy hand _Amintor_?
_Amint_. Thou greatest blessing of the world, thou hast.

_Asp_. I do believe thee better than my sense.
Oh! I must go, farewell.

_Amint_. She swounds: _Aspatia_ help, for Heavens sake water;
Such as may chain life for ever to this frame.
_Aspatia_, speak: what no help? yet I fool,
I'le chafe her temples, yet there's nothing stirs;
Some hidden Power tell her that _Amintor_ calls,
And let her answer me: _Aspatia_, speak.
I have heard, if there be life, but bow
The body thus, and it will shew it self.
Oh she is gone! I will not leave her yet.
Since out of justice we must challenge nothing;
I'le call it mercy if you'l pity me,
You heavenly powers, and lend for som