Which Art could ne're have found, nor torture wrung
From out my bosom; give it me agen,
For I will find it, wheresoe're it lies
Hid in the mortal'st part; invent a way to give it back.

_Mel_. Why, would you have it back?
I will to death pursue him with revenge.

_Amint_. Therefore I call it back from thee; for I know
Thy blood so high, that thou wilt stir in this, and
shame me
To posterity: take to thy Weapon.

_Mel_. Hear thy friend, that bears more years than thou.

_Amint_. I will not hear: but draw, or I----

_Mel_. _Amintor_.

_Amint_. Draw then, for I am full as resolute
As fame and honour can inforce me be;
I cannot linger, draw.

_Mel_. I do--but is not
My share of credit equal with thine if I do stir?

_Amint_. No; for it will be cal'd
Honour in thee to spill thy Sisters blood,
If she her birth abuse, and on the King
A brave revenge: but on me that have walkt