Francis Beaumont,
The Maids Tragedy
“ Looks not Evadne beauteous with these rites now? Were those hours half so lovely in thine eyes, When our hands met before the holy man? I was too foul within to look fair then; Since I knew ill, I was not free till now.Amint. There is presage of some important thing About thee, which it seems thy tongue hath lost: Thy hands are bloody, and thou hast a knife.Evad. In this consists thy happiness and mine; Joy to Amintor, for the King is dead.Amint. Those have most power to hurt us that we love, We lay our sleeping lives within their arms. ”
