And raise his dry bones to revenge his scandal.

_Evad_. The gods are not of my mind; they had better
let 'em lie sweet still in the earth; they'l stink here.


_Mel_. Do you raise mirth out of my easiness?
Forsake me then all weaknesses of Nature,
That make men women: Speak you whore, speak truth,
Or by the dear soul of thy sleeping Father,
This sword shall be thy lover: tell, or I'le kill thee:
And when thou hast told all, thou wilt deserve it.

_Evad_. You will not murder me!

_Mel_. No, 'tis a justice, and a noble one,
To put the light out of such base offenders.

_Evad_. Help!

_Mel_. By thy foul self, no humane help shall help thee,
If thou criest: when I have kill'd thee, as I have
Vow'd to do, if thou confess not, naked as thou hast
left
Thine honour, will I leave thee,
That on thy branded flesh the world may read
Thy black shame, and my justice; wilt thou bend yet?

_Evad_. Yes.