Gods take your honesty again, for I
Am loaden with it; good my Lord the King, be private
in it.

_King_. Thou may'st live _Amintor_,
Free as thy King, if thou wilt wink at this,
And be a means that we may meet in secret.

_Amint_. A Baud! hold my breast, a bitter curse
Seize me, if I forget not all respects
That are Religious, on another word
Sounded like that, and through a Sea of sins
Will wade to my revenge, though I should call
Pains here, and after life upon my soul.

_King_. Well I am resolute you lay not with her,
And so leave you.

[_Exit King_.

_Evad_. You must be prating, and see what follows.

_Amint_. Prethee vex me not.
Leave me, I am afraid some sudden start
Will pull a murther on me.

_Evad_. I am gone; I love my life well.

[_Exit Evadne_.