_Phi_. Here, _Isillia_.
_Isil_. Give me your hand, my Lord, and follow me.
_Phi_. To such a Heaven as thou conduct"st me to, Though thou should"st traverse h.e.l.l, I"d follow thee.
_Alcan_. You"ll come back in charity, _Isillia_?
_Isil_. Yes, if I dare trust you alone with me.
[_They go all in_.
SCENE IV.
_Draws off, a Chamber, discovers_ Erminia _in a dishabit, sitting; to her_ Philander, _who falls at her feet, on his knees_.
_Er_. My Lord the Prince, what makes your Highness here?
_Phi. Erminia_, why do ask that needless question?
"Twas Love, Love that"s unsatisfied, which brought me hither.
[_Kneels_.
_Er_. Rise, Sir, this posture would become me better.
_Phi_. Permit me, dear _Erminia_--to remain thus.
"Tis only by these signs I can express What my Confusion will not let me utter.
I know not what strange power thou bear"st about thee, But at thy sight or touch my Sense forsakes me, And that, withal I had design"d to say, Turns to a strange disorder"d Rapture in me.
--Oh _Erminia_--
_Er_. How do you, Sir?
_Phi_. I am not well; Too suddenly I pa.s.s from one extreme To this of Joy, more insupportable: But I shall re-a.s.sume my health anon, And tell thee all my story.
_Er_. Dear Sir, retire into this inner room, And there repose awhile: Alas, I see disorder in your Face.
_Phi_. This confidence of me, is generous in thee.
[_They go into the Scene which draws over_.
SCENE V. _The Court Gallery_.
_Enter_ Alcippus.
_Alcip_. The Night is calm and silent as my Thoughts, Where nothing now but Love"s soft whispers dwell; Who in as gentle terms upbraids my Rage, Which strove to dispossess the Monarch thence: It tells me how dishonest all my Fears are, And how ungrateful all my Jealousies; And prettily persuades those Infidels To be less rude and mutinous hereafter.
Ah, that I could remain in this same state, And be contented with this Monarchy: I would, if my wild mult.i.tude of Pa.s.sions Could be appeas"d with it; but they"re for Liberty, And nothing but a Common-wealth within Will satisfy their appet.i.tes of Freedom.
--Pride, Honour, Glory, and Ambition strive How to expel this Tyrant from my Soul, But all too weak, though Reason should a.s.sist them.
[_He knocks_. Alcander _looks out at the door_.
_Alcan_. Who"s there?
_Alcip_. A Friend.
_Isil_. [_Within_.] Oh Heavens! it is my Lord _Alcippus"_ voice.
_Alcan_. Peace, _Isillia_.
_Alcip_. I hear a Man within--open the door.
Now, Love, defend thy Interest, or my Jealousy Will grow the mightier Devil of the two else. [Alcan. _comes out_.
--Who"s this? one m.u.f.fled in a Cloke?
What art thou, who at this dead time of Night Hast took possession here?
--Speak, or I"ll kill thee.
_Alcan_. This were an opportunity indeed To do my Prince a service, but I dare not.
_Alcip_. What darest not do?
_Alcan_. Not kill thee.
_Alcip_. Is that thy business then? have at thee, Slave?
I"ll spoil your keeping doors. [_Runs at him_.
[_They fight, and grapling_, Alcander _gets the Sword of_ Alcippus.
He"as got my Sword, however, I"ll lose no time: It may be "tis his office to detain me. [_He goes in_.
_Alcan_. I"m wounded, yet I will not leave him so; There may be Mischief in him, though unarm"d.
[_Goes in_.
SCENE VI. A Bed-chamber.
_Discovers_ Erminia, Philander _sitting on the Bed, to them_ Isillia, _a Sword and Hat on the Table_.
_Isil_. Ah, Madam, _Alcippus_.
_Er. Alcippus_, where?
_Isil_. I left him in a quarrel with _Alcander_, And hear him coming up.
_Er_. For Heaven"s sake, Sir, submit to be conceal"d.