Enter AMINTOR.
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 a 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 wildness,
And do an outrage. Prythee, 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, thats no sacrifice
For what I have committed.
Amin. Sure I dazzle:
There cannot be a faith in that foul woman,
That knows no god more mighty than
her mischiefs.
Thou dost still worse, still number on thy faults,
To press my poor heart thus. Can I believe
Theres
any seed of virtue in that woman
Left to shoot up, that dares go on in sin,
Known, and so known as thine
is. Oh, 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 that 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 remembering
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
Know 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 lived in: the same monster!
But these are names of honour, to what I am:
I do present
myself the foulest creature,
Most poisonous, dangerous, and despised of men,
Lerna eer 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 condemnd,
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 thyself 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
playest
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 cozening crocodiles, false women!
They
reign here like those plagues, those killing sores,
Men pray against; and when they die, like tales
Ill told
and unbelieved, they pass away
And go to dust forgotten! But, my lord,
Those short days 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 something that is near it:
I will redeem one
minute of my age,
Or, like another Niobe, Ill 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
As honour gives me
leave, be thy Amintor.
When we meet next, I will salute thee fairly,
And pray the gods to give thee happy
days.
My charity shall go along with thee,
Though my embraces must be far from thee.
I should have killd