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Act IV

 

Enter Melantius, Evadne, and a Lady.

 

Mel.        Save you.

 

Evad.      Save you sweet Brother.

 

Mel.        In my blunt eye methinks you look Evadne.

 

Evad.      Come, you would make me blush.

 

Mel.        I would Evadne, I shall displease my ends else.

 

Evad.      You shall if you command me; I am bashful;

                 Come Sir, how do I look?

 

Mel.        I would not have your women hear me

                 Break into commendation of you, 'tis not seemly.

 

Evad.      Go wait me in the Gallery--now speak.

 

Mel.        I'le lock the door first.

 

                                                         [Exeunt Ladies.

 

Evad.      Why?

 

Mel.       I will not have your guilded things that dance in

                 visitation with their Millan skins choke up my business.

 

Evad.      You are strangely dispos'd Sir.

 

Mel.       Good Madam, not to make you merry.

 

Evad.      No, if you praise me, 'twill make me sad.

 

Mel.        Such a sad commendation I have for you.

 

Evad.      Brother, the Court hath made you witty,

                 And learn to riddle.

 

Mel.        I praise the Court for't; has it learned you nothing?

 

Evad.      Me?

 

Mel.        I Evadne, thou art young and handsom,

                 A Lady of a sweet complexion,

                 And such a flowing carriage, that it cannot

                 Chuse but inflame a Kingdom.

 

Evad.     Gentle Brother!

 

Mel.       'Tis yet in thy remembrance, foolish woman,

                 To make me gentle.

 

Evad.     How is this?

 

Mel.       'Tis base,

                 And I could blush at these years, through all

                 My honour'd scars, to come to such a parly.

 

Evad.      I understand you not.

 

Mel.       You dare not, Fool;

                 They that commit thy faults, fly the remembrance.

 

Evad.     My faults, Sir! I would have you know I care not

                 If they were written here, here in my forehead.

 

Mel.       Thy body is too little for the story,

                 The lusts of which would fill another woman,

                 Though she had Twins within her.

 

Evad.     This is saucy;

                 Look you intrude no more, there lies your way.

 

Mel.       Thou art my way, and I will tread upon thee,

                 Till I find truth out.

 

Evad.     What truth is that you look for?

 

Mel.       Thy long-lost honour: would the Gods had set me

                 One of their loudest bolts; come tell me quickly,

                 Do it without enforcement, and take heed

                 You swell me not above my temper.

 

Evad.     How Sir? where got you this report?

 

Mel.      Where there was people in every place.

 

Evad.     They and the seconds of it are base people;

                 Believe them not, they lyed.

 

Mel.       Do not play with mine anger, do not Wretch,

                 I come to know that desperate Fool that drew thee

                 From thy fair life; be wise, and lay him open.

 

Evad.     Unhand me, and learn manners, such another

                 Forgetfulness forfeits your life.

 

Mel.       Quench me this mighty humour, and then tell me

                 Whose Whore you are, for you are one, I know it.

                 Let all mine honours perish but I'le find him,

                 Though he lie lockt up in thy blood; be sudden;

                 There is no facing it, and be not flattered;

                 The burnt air, when the Dog raigns, is not fouler

                 Than thy contagious name, till thy repentance

                 (If the Gods grant thee any) purge thy sickness.

 

Evad.      Be gone, you are my Brother, that's your safety.

 

Mel.        I'le be a Wolf first; 'tis to be thy Brother

                 An infamy below the sin of a Coward:

                 I am as far from being part of thee,

                 As thou art from thy vertue: seek a kindred

                 Mongst sensual beasts, and make a Goat thy Brother,

                 A Goat is cooler; will you tell me yet?

 

Evad.      If you stay here and rail thus, I shall tell you,

                 I'le ha' you whipt; get you to your command,

                 And there preach to your Sentinels,

                 And tell them what a brave man you are; I shall laugh

                 at you.

 

Mel.       Y'are grown a glorious Whore; where be your

                 Fighters? what mortal Fool durst raise thee to this

                 daring,

                 And I alive? by my just Sword, h'ad safer

                 Bestride a Billow when the angry North

                 Plows up the Sea, or made Heavens fire his food;

                 Work me no higher; will you discover yet?

 

Evad.      The Fellow's mad, sleep and speak sense.

 

Mel.       Force my swollen heart no further; I would save

                 thee; your great maintainers are not here, they dare

                 not, would they were all, and armed, I would speak

                 loud; here's one should thunder to 'em: will you tell

                 me? thou hast no hope to scape; he that dares most,

                 and damns away his soul to do thee service, will

                 sooner fetch meat from a hungry Lion, than come to

                 rescue thee; thou hast death about thee: h'as

                 undone thine honour, poyson'd thy vertue, and of a

                 lovely rose, left thee a canker.

 

Evad.      Let me consider.

 

Mel.       Do, whose child thou wert,

                 Whose honour thou hast murdered, whose grave open'd,

                 And so pull'd on the Gods, that in their justice

                 They must restore him flesh again and life,

                 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.

 

Mel.       Up and begin your story.

 

Evad.     Oh I am miserable.

 

Mel.       'Tis true, thou art, speak truth still.

 

Evad.      I have offended, noble Sir: forgive me.

 

Mel.       With what secure slave?

 

Evad.     Do not ask me Sir.

                 Mine own remembrance is a misery too mightie for me.

 

Mel.       Do not fall back again; my sword's unsheath'd yet.

 

Evad.     What shall I do?

 

Mel.       Be true, and make your fault less.

 

Evad.      I dare not tell.

 

Mel.      Tell, or I'le be this day a killing thee.

 

Evad.     Will you forgive me then?

 

Mel.       Stay, I must ask mine honour first, I have too much

                 foolish nature in me; speak.

 

Evad.      Is there none else here?

 

Mel.       None but a fearful conscience, that's too many. Who is't?

 

Evad.     O hear me gently; it was the King.

 

Mel.       No more. My worthy father's and my services

                 Are liberally rewarded! King, I thank thee,

                 For all my dangers and my wounds, thou hast paid me

                 In my own metal: These are Souldiers thanks.

                 How long have you liv'd thus Evadne?

 

Evad.     Too long.

 

Mel.       Too late you find it: can you be sorry?

 

Evad.     Would I were half as blameless.

 

Mel.       Evadne, thou wilt to thy trade again.

 

Evad.      First to my grave.

 

Mel.       Would gods th'hadst been so blest:

                 Dost thou not hate this King now? prethee hate him:

                 Couldst thou not curse him? I command thee curse him,

                 Curse till the gods hear, and deliver him

                 To thy just wishes: yet I fear Evadne;

                 You had rather play your game out.

 

Evad.     No, I feel

                 Too many sad confusions here to let in any loose flame

                 hereafter.

 

Mel.       Dost thou not feel amongst all those one brave anger

                 That breaks out nobly, and directs thine arm to kill

                 this base King?

 

Evad.      All the gods forbid it.

 

Mel.        No, all the gods require it, they are dishonoured in him.

 

Evad.      'Tis too fearful.

 

Mel.       Y'are valiant in his bed, and bold enough

                 To be a stale whore, and have your Madams name

                 Discourse for Grooms and Pages, and hereafter

                 When his cool Majestie hath laid you by,

                 To be at pension with some needy Sir

                 For meat and courser clothes, thus far you know no fear.

                 Come, you shall kill him.

 

Evad.     Good Sir!

 

Mel.       And 'twere to kiss him dead, thou'd smother him;

                 Be wise and kill him: Canst thou live and know

                 What noble minds shall make thee see thy self

                 Found out with every finger, made the shame

                 Of all successions, and in this great ruine

                 Thy brother and thy noble husband broken?

                 Thou shalt not live thus; kneel and swear to help me

                 When I shall call thee to it, or by all

                 Holy in heaven and earth, thou shalt not live

                 To breath a full hour longer, not a thought:

                 Come 'tis a righteous oath; give me thy hand,

                 And both to heaven held up, swear by that wealth

                 This lustful thief stole from thee, when I say it,

                 To let his foul soul out.

 

Evad.     Here I swear it,

                 And all you spirits of abused Ladies

                 Help me in this performance.

 

Mel.       Enough; this must be known to none

                 But you and I Evadne; not to your Lord,

                 Though he be wise and noble, and a fellow

                 Dares step as far into a worthy action,

                 As the most daring, I as far as Justice.

                 Ask me not why. Farewell.

 

                                                          [Exit Mel.

 

Evad.      Would I could say so to my black disgrace.

                 Oh where have I been all this time! how friended,

                 That I should lose my self thus desperately,

                 And none for pity shew me how I wandred?

                 There is not in the compass of the light

                 A more unhappy creature: sure I am monstrous,

                 For I have done those follies, those mad mischiefs,

                 Would dare a woman. O my loaden soul,

                 Be not so cruel to me, choak not up

 

                                                      [Enter Amintor.

 

                 The way to my repentance. O my Lord.

 

Amin.    How now?

 

Evad.     My much abused Lord!

 

                                                                 [Kneels.

 

Amin.     This cannot be.

 

Evad.      I do not kneel to live, I dare not hope it;

                 The wrongs I did are greater; look upon me

                 Though I appear with all my faults.

 

Amin.     Stand up.

                 This is no new way to beget more sorrow;

                 Heaven knows I have too many; do not mock me;

                 Though I am tame and bred up with my wrongs,

                 Which are my foster-brothers, I may leap

                 Like a hand-wolf into my natural wilderness,

                 And do an out-rage: pray thee do not mock me.

 

Evad.     My whole life is so leprous, it infects

                 All my repentance: I would buy your pardon

                 Though at the highest set, even with my life:

                 That slight contrition, that's no sacrifice

                 For what I have committed.

 

Amin.     Sure I dazle:

                 There cannot be a faith in that foul woman

                 That knows no God more mighty than her mischiefs:

                 Thou dost still worst, still number on thy faults,

                 To press my poor heart thus.  Can I believe

                 There's any seed of Vertue in that woman

                 Left to shoot up, that dares go on in sin

                 Known, and so known as thine is, O Evadne!

                 Would there were any safety in thy sex,

                 That I might put a thousand sorrows off,

                 And credit thy repentance: but I must not;

                 Thou hast brought me to the dull calamity,

                 To that strange misbelief of all the world,

                 And all things that are in it, that I fear

                 I shall fall like a tree, and find my grave,

                 Only remembring that I grieve.

 

Evad.      My Lord,

                 Give me your griefs: you are an innocent,

                 A soul as white as heaven: let not my sins

                 Perish your noble youth: I do not fall here

                 To shadow by dissembling with my tears,

                 As all say women can, or to make less

                 What my hot will hath done, which heaven and you

                 Knows to be tougher than the hand of time

                 Can cut from mans remembrance; no I do not;

                 I do appear the same, the same Evadne,

                 Drest in the shames I liv'd in, the same monster.

                 But these are names of honour, to what I am;

                 I do present my self the foulest creature,

                 Most poysonous, dangerous, and despis'd of men,

                 Lerna e're bred, or Nilus; I am hell,

                 Till you, my dear Lord, shoot your light into me,

                 The beams of your forgiveness: I am soul-sick,

                 And [wither] with the fear of one condemn'd,

                 Till I have got your pardon.

 

Amin.     Rise Evadne,

                 Those heavenly powers that put this good into thee,

                 Grant a continuance of it: I forgive thee;

                 Make thy self worthy of it, and take heed,

                 Take heed Evadne this be serious;

                 Mock not the powers above, that can and dare

                 Give thee a great example of their justice

                 To all ensuing eyes, if thou plai'st

                 With thy repentance, the best sacrifice.

 

Evad.      I have done nothing good to win belief,

                 My life hath been so faithless; all the creatures

                 Made for heavens honours have their ends, and good ones,

                 All but the cousening Crocodiles, false women;

                 They reign here like those plagues, those killing sores

                 Men pray against; and when they die, like tales

                 Ill told, and unbeliev'd, they pass away,

                 And go to dust forgotten: But my Lord,

                 Those short dayes I shall number to my rest,

                 (As many must not see me) shall though too late,

                 Though in my evening, yet perceive a will,

                 Since I can do no good because a woman,

                 Reach constantly at some thing that is near it;

                 I will redeem one minute of my age,

                 Or like another Niobe I'le weep till I am water.

 

Amin.     I am now dissolved:

                 My frozen soul melts: may each sin thou hast,

                 Find a new mercy: Rise, I am at peace:

                 Hadst thou been thus, thus excellently good,

                 Before that devil King tempted thy frailty,

                 Sure thou hadst made a star: give me thy hand;

                 From this time I will know thee, and as far