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Mel. Do, whose child thou wert, Evad. The gods are not of my mind; they had better Mel. Do you raise mirth out of my easiness? [Draws. 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 Ill 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, Evad. Help! Mel. By thy foul self, no human help shall help thee, 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: Mel. Do not fall back again: Evad. What shall I do? Mel. Be true, and make your fault less. Evad. I dare not tell. Mel. Tell, or Ill be this day a-killing thee. Evad. Will you forgive me then? Mel. Stay; I must ask mine honour first. Evad. Is there none else here? Mel. None but a fearful conscience; thats too many. Evad. Oh, hear me gently. It was the king. |
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