_Fal_. Your pardon, sweet _Alcander_, I protest I am Not in so gay an humour.
_Alcan_. Farewell, I had forgot my self.
[_Exit_.
_Fal_. Stark mad, by _Jove_--yet it may be not, for _Alcander_ has many unaccountable humours.
Well, if this be agreeable to _Aminta_, she"s e"en as mad As he, and "twere great pity to part them.
_Enter_ Pisaro, Aminta, _and_ Olinda.
_Am_. Well, have you kill"d him?
_Fal_. Some wiser than some, Madam.
--My Lord--what, alive?-- [_Sees_ Pisaro, _runs to him, and embraces him_.
_Pis_. Worth two dead men, you see.
_Fal_. That"s more than I could have said within This half hour. _Alcander"s_ very _Orlando_, by _Jove_, and gone To seek out one that"s madder yet than himself That will kill him.
_Am_. Oh, dear _Falatius_, run and fetch him back.
_Fal_. Madam, I have so lately "scap"d a scouring, That I wish you would take it for a mark Of my Pa.s.sion to disobey you; For he is in a d.a.m.n"d humour.
_Am_. He"s out of it by this, I warrant you; But do not tell him that _Pisaro_ lives.
_Fal_. That"s as I shall find occasion.
[_Exit_ Fal.
_Pis. Alcander_ is a worthy Youth and brave, I wish you would esteem him so; "Tis true, there"s now some difference between us, Our Interests are dispos"d to several ways, But Time and Management will join us all: I"ll leave you; but prithee make it thy business To get my Pardon for last night"s rudeness.
_Am_. I shall not fail.
[_Exit_ Pis.
_Re-enter_ Falatius, _with_ Alcander _melancholy_.
_Fal_. Here, Madam, here he is.
_Am_. Tell me, _Alcander_, why you treat me thus?
You say you love me, if I could believe you.
_Alcan_. Believe a Man! away, you have no wit, I"ll say as much to every pretty Woman.
_Am_. But I have given you no cause to wrong me.
_Alcan_. That was my Fate, not Fault, I knew him not: But yet to make up my offence to you, I offer you my life; for I"m undone, If any faults of mine should make you sad.
_Am_. Here, take your Sword again, my Brother"s well.
[_She gives him his Sword again_.
_Fal_. Yes, by _Jove_, as I am: you had been finely serv"d, If I had kill"d you now.
_Am_. What, sorry for the news? ha, ha, ha.
_Alcan_. No, sorry y"are a Woman, a mere Woman.
_Am_. Why, did you ever take me for a Man? ha, ha.
_Alcan_. Thy Soul, I thought, was all so; but I see You have your weakness, can dissemble too; --I would have sworn that Sorrow in your face Had been a real one: Nay, you can die in jest, you can, false Woman: I hate thy s.e.x for this.
_Fal_. By Jove, there is no truth in them, that"s flat.
[_She looks sad_.
_Alcan_. Why that repentant look? what new design?
Come, now a tear or two to second that, And I am soft again, a very a.s.s.
--But yet that Look would call a Saint from th"Altar, And make him quite forget his Ceremony, Or take thee for his Deity: --But yet thou hast a very h.e.l.l within, Which those bewitching Eyes draw Souls into.
_Fal_. Here"s he that fits you, Ladies.
_Am_. Nay, now y"are too unjust, and I will leave you.
_Alcan_. Ah, do not go, I know not by what Magick, [_Holds her_.
But as you move, my Soul yields that way too.
_Fal_. The truth on"t is, she has a strong magnetick Power, that I find.
_Alcan_. But I would have none find it but my self, No Soul but mine shall sympathize with hers.
_Fal_. Nay, that you cannot help.
_Alcan_. Yes, but I can, and take it from thee, if I thought it did so.
_Oli_. No quarrels here, I pray.
_Fal_. Madam, I owe a Reverence to the Place.
_Alcan_. I"ll scarce allow thee that; Madam, I"ll leave you to your Lover.
_Am_. I hate thee but for saying so.
_Alcan_. Quit him then.
_Am_. So I can and thee too. [_Offers to go out_.
_Alcan_. The Devil take me if you escape me so. [_Goes after her_.
_Fal_. And I"ll not be out-done in importunity.
[_Goes after_.