_Amint_. I laid my lips to hers, and [t]hat wild breath
That was rude and rough to me, last night

[_Aside.

Was sweet as _April_; I'le be guilty too,
If these be the effects.

[_Enter Melantius_.

_Mel_. Good day _Amintor_, for to me the name
Of Brother is too distant; we are friends,
And that is nearer.

_Amint_. Dear _Melantius_!
Let me behold thee; is it possible?

_Mel_. What sudden gaze is this?

_Amint_. 'Tis wonderous strange.

_Mel_. Why does thine eye desire so strict a view
Of that it knows so well?
There's nothing here that is not thine.

_Amint_. I wonder much _Melantius_,
To see those noble looks that make me think
How vertuous thou art; and on the sudden
'Tis strange to me, thou shouldst have worth and honour,
Or not be base, and false, and treacherous,