_Amint_. Why, who has done thee wrong?
Name me the man, and by thy self I swear,
Thy yet unconquer'd self, I will revenge thee.

_Evad_. Now I shall try thy truth; if thou dost love me,
Thou weigh'st not any thing compar'd with me;
Life, Honour, joyes Eternal, all Delights
This world can yield, or hopeful people feign,
Or in the life to come, are light as Air
To a true Lover when his Lady frowns,
And bids him do this: wilt thou kill this man?
Swear my _Amintor_, and I'le kiss the sin off from
thy lips.

_Amin_. I will not swear sweet Love,
Till I do know the cause.

_Evad_. I would thou wouldst;
Why, it is thou that wrongest me, I hate thee,
Thou shouldst have kill'd thy self.

_Amint_. If I should know that, I should quickly kill
The man you hated.

_Evad_. Know it then, and do't.

_Amint_. Oh no, what look soe're thou shalt put on,
To try my faith, I shall not think thee false;
I cannot find one blemish in thy face,