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Falatio, you are a swift Horseman; I believe you have a Mistress at Court, You made such haste this Morning. Fal. By Jove, Pisaro, I was weary enough of the Campaign; and till I had lost sight of it, I clapt on all my Spurs But what ails Alcander? Pis. What, displeas'd? Alcan. It may be so, what then? Pis. Then thou mayst be pleas'd again. Alcan. Why the Devil should I rejoice?
In 1901 Felix Alcan published in book form a work which had just previously appeared in the Revue de Paris entitled Le Rire, one of the most important of his minor productions. This essay on the meaning of the Comic was based on a lecture which he had given in his early days in the Auvergne.
Why do I shake it is Erminia's form And can that Beauty ought that's ill adorn? In every part Erminia does appear, And sure no Devil can inhabit there. Phi. Ha Oh Gods, I charge thee not to vanish yet! I charge thee by those Powers thou dost obey, Not to deprive me of thy blessed sight. Er. Enter Alcander. Phi. I'm not content with that. Stay, stay, my dear Erminia. Alcan. Phi.
Help, Murder! Murder! Pis. Hold, bawling Dog. Alcip. 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.
Madam, your heart is strangely fortified That can resist th'efforts I have made against it, And bring to boot such marks of valour too. Enter to them Alcander, who seeing them would turn back, but Olinda stays him. Oli. Brother, come back. Fal. Advance, advance, what, Man, afraid of me? Alcan. Fal. Alcan. That's most proper for your Wit, Falatius. Am. Why so angry? Alcan. Away, thou art deceiv'd.
Ah, charming Maid, is this your Love to me? Yet now thou art no Maid, nor lov'st not me, And I the fool to let thee know my weakness. Alcan. Why do you thus proceed to vex your self? To question what you list, and answer what you please? Sir, this is not the way to be at ease. Phi. Ah, dear Alcander, what would'st have me do? Alcan.
Enter Philander and Alcander in their Clokes muffled as in the dark. Alcan. Alcan. A Friend. Isil. My Lord Alcander? Alcan. The same. Isil. Where's the Prince? 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 Hell, I'd follow thee. Alcan. You'll come back in charity, Isillia? Isil.
What, hast thou lost thy Wits? Fal. I had them not about me at the sight, I else had been undone: Alas, Erminia's dead, Murder'd, and dead. Alcan. It cannot be, thou ly'st. Fal. In a gay humour, but stone-dead and cold. Phi. Alcander, am I awake? or being so, Dost not perceive this senseless Flesh of mine Hardened into a cold benumbed Statue? He leads him out. Gal.
The work was published in the same year by Felix Alcan, the Paris publisher, in his series La Bibliotheque de philosophie contemporaine. Bergson owed much to both of these teachers of the Ecole Normale Superieure. Cf. his memorial address on Ravaisson, who died in 1900.
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. Alcan. Fal. And I'll not be out-done in importunity. SCENE III. Galatea's Apartments. Enter Galatea and Erminia. Er. And 'tis an act below my Quality, Which, Madam, will not suffer me to fly. Gal.
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