_Page_. My Lord, is"t you are fallen?
Help, Murder! Murder!
_Pis_. Hold, bawling Dog.
_Enter_ Alcippus _in a Night-gown, with a Sword in his hand, a_ Page _with Lights_.
_Alcip_. "Twas hereabouts--who"s this, _Pisaro_ wounded?
[_He looks up_.
How cam"st thou thus? Come up into my Arms.
_Pis_. "Twas Jealousy, _Alcippus_, that wild Monster, Who never leaves us till he has thus betray"d us.
--Pox on"t, I am asham"d to look upon thee.
I have disturb"d you to no purpose, Sir.
I am not wounded, go to bed again.
_Alcan_. I"ll see thee to thy Lodgings first, _Pisaro_.
_Pis_. "Twill be unkind both to your self and me.
[_Exeunt_.
SCENE VII. The Court Gallery.
_Enter_ Philander _and_ Alcander _with a Light_.
_Alcan_. He"s gone, whoe"er he be.
_Phi_. It could not be _Alcippus_.
_Alcan_. I rather fear _Pisaro_, --But we soon enough shall know: Who"s this?
_Enter_ Erminia _in her Night-gown, and_ lsillia _with Lights_.
_Er_. Methought I heard _Alcippus_ and the Prince Before the cry of Murder.
I die if those two Rivals have encounter"d.
_Phi_. Ah, Madam, cease that fear, they both are safe From all but from the Wounds which you have given them.
_Er_. Oh G.o.ds, what make you here! and where"s _Alcippus_?
_Phi_. Where I had been had Heaven been bountiful.
_Er_. Alas, Sir, what do you mean? what have you done?
And where have you bestow"d him?
_Phi_. Why all this high concern, _Erminia_?
Has he so reconcil"d you to him since I saw you last?
This is not kind to me.
_Er_. Oh, tell me not of kindness, where"s _Alcippus_?
_Alcan_. Madam, of whom do you demand _Alcippus_?
Neither of us have seen him.
_Phi_. Go, you are a Woman, a vain peevish Creature.
_Er_. Sir, "tis but just you should excuse my Fear, _Alcippus_ is my Husband, and his Safety Ought to become my care.
_Phi_. How, _Erminia_!
Can you so soon yield up my right to him, And not blush whilst you own your Perjury?
_Er_. Now, Sir, you are much to blame; I could have borne the rest, but this concerns me: I fear I have but too well kept my Vows with you, Since you are grown but to suspect I have not.
_Phi_. Pardon me, Dear, the errors of my Pa.s.sion; It was a Sin so natural, That even thy unkindly taking it Approach"d too near it, not to gain my Pardon; But tell me why you askt me for _Alcippus_?
_Er_. Sir, e"er I could dispose my Eyes to sleep, I heard the Musick at my Chamber-door, And such a Song as could be none but yours; But that was finish"d in a noise less pleasant, In that of Swords and Quarrel; And amongst which, I thought I heard yours and _Alcippus"_ Voice: (For I have kept my word, and lay not with him) This brought me hither; but if I mistook, Once more I beg your pardon.
_Phi_. Thou hast restor"d me to a world of Joys, By what thou now hast said.
_Enter_ Alcippus, _his Sword in his Hand, a_ Page _with Light, he stands a while_.
_Alcip. Erminia_! and the Prince! embracing too!
I dream, and know she could not be thus base, Thus false and loose-- But here I am inform"d it is no Vision; --This was design"d before, I find it now.
[_Lays his hand on his heart_.
_Er. Alcippus_, oh my fears!
[_Goes to them, takes her by the hand_.
_Alcip_. Yes, Madam, Too soon arriv"d for his and your repose.
_Phi. Alcippus_, touch her not.
_Alcip_. Not touch her! by Heaven, I will, And who shall hinder me?
Who is"t dares say I shall not touch my Wife?
_Phi_. Villain, thou ly"st.
_Alcip_. That y"are my Prince shall not defend you here.
Draw, Sir, for I have laid respect aside.
[_Strikes, they fight a little_, Alcippus _is wounded_, Alcander _supports him_.
_Er_. Oh G.o.ds, what mean you? hold, _Philander_, hold.
_Phi_. Life of my Soul, retire, I cannot hear that Voice and disobey; And you must needs esteem him at low rates, Who sells thee and his Honour for a Tear.