All fortunes: sorrow looks lovely here;
And there's no man that would not entertain
His griefs as friends, were he but sure they'd shew
No worse upon him.100
But I forget myself: I came to chide.
Agl. If I have sinn'd so high,
That yet my punishment equals not my crime,
Do, sir.
I should be loth to die in debt to justice,105
How ill soe'er I paid the scores of love.
King. And those indeed thou hast but paid indifferently
To me. I did deserve at least fair death,
Not to be murthered thus in private.
That was too cruel, mistress.110
And I do know thou dost repent, and wilt
Yet make me satisfaction.
Agl. What satisfaction, sir?
I am no monster, never had two hearts:
One is by holy vows another's now;115
And, could I give it you, you would not take it:
For 'tis alike impossible for me
To love again, as you love perjury.
O sir, consider what a flame love is!
If by rude means you think to force a light,120
That of itself it would not freely give,
You blow it out, and leave yourself i' th' dark.
The prince once gone, you may as well persuade
The light to stay behind, when the sun posts
To th' other world, as me. Alas! we two125
Have mingled souls more than two meeting brooks;
And, whosoever is design'd to be
The murtherer of my lord (as sure there is
Has anger'd heav'n so far, that 't has decreed
Him to increase his punishment that way),130
Would he but search the heart, when he has done,
He there would find Aglaura murther'd too.
King. Thou hast o'ercome me, mov'd so handsomely
For pity, that I will disinherit
The elder brother, and from this hour be135
Thy convert, not thy lover.
Ziriff, despatch! Away! And he that brings
News of the prince's weliare, look that he have
The same reward we had decreed to him
Brought tidings of his death.140
