The jealous lovers A comedie presented to their gracious Majesties at Cambridge, by the students of Trinity-Colledge. Written by Thomas Randolph, Master of Arts, and fellow of the house.

SCEN. XII.

Evadne, Techmessa, Pamphilus, Tyndarus.

Tyn.

PAmphilus, how is't?

Pam.

I know not how to an∣swer thee. She met me with more courtship then I tender'd.

Tech.

Sir, we are both abus'd, and the same wombe That gave us life was fruitfull to our ruine. Your traitour weares the mask call'd Brother: mine As cunning a disguise, the name of Sister. These eyes are witnesse that descried 'um kissing Closer then cockles, and in lustfull twines Outbid the ivy, or the circling arms Of winding vines. Their hot embraces met So neare, and folded in so close a knot, As if they would incorporate, and grow one.

Tyn.

Then farewell all respect of bloud and friendship, I do pronounce thee stranger. If there can be Valour in treachery, put thy trust in steel As I do, not in brothers.— Draw, or die.

Pam.

Brother.

Tyn.

I hate the name, it is a word Whets my just anger to a sharper edge.

Pam.

Heare me.

Tyn.

I will no pleading but the sword. Wert thou protected by Apollo's temple,

Or hadst the altar for security, Religion should not binde me from thy death. Couldst thou retreat into my mothers wombe, There my revenge should finde thee. I am sudden, And talk is tedious.

Pam.

Beare me witnesse heaven, This action is unwilling.