_King_. But thou hast let _Amintor_ lie with thee.

_Evad_. I ha'not.

_King_. Impudence! he saies himself so.

_Evad_. He lyes.

_King_. He does not.

_Evad_. By this light he does, strangely and basely, and
I'le prove it so; I did not shun him for a night,
But told him I would never close with him.

_King_. Speak lower, 'tis false.

_Evad_. I'm no man to answer with a blow;
Or if I were, you are the King; but urge me not, 'tis
most true.

_King_. Do not I know the uncontrouled thoughts
That youth brings with him, when his bloud is high
With expectation and desires of that
He long hath waited for? is not his spirit,
Though he be temperate, of a valiant strain,
As this our age hath known? what could he do,
If such a sudden speech had met his blood,
But ruine thee for ever? if he had not kill'd thee,
He could not bear it thus; he is as we,