_Diph_. I'le marry too, if it will make one thus.

_Evad_. _Amintor_, hark. [_Aside_.

_Amint_. What says my Love? I must obey.

_Evad_. You do it scurvily, 'twill be perceiv'd.

_Cle_. My Lord the King is here.

[_Enter King and Lysi_.

_Amint_. Where?

_Stra_. And his Brother.

_King_. Good morrow all.
_Amintor,_ joy on, joy fall thick upon thee!
And Madam, you are alter'd since I saw you,
I must salute you; you are now anothers;
How lik't you your nights rest?

_Evad_. Ill Sir.

_Amint_. I! 'deed she took but little.

_Lys_. You'l let her take more, and thank her too shortly.

_King_. _Amintor_, wert thou truly honest