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No, my Erminia, quit this vain devoir, And follow Love that may preserve us all: Presumptuous Villain, bold Ingratitude Hadst thou no other way to pay my favours? By Heaven, 'twas bravely bold, was it not, Alcander? Alcan. It was somewhat strange, Sir; But yet perhaps he knew not that you lov'd her. Phil. Not know it! yes, as well as thou and I. The world was full on't, and could he be ignorant?
You think you're wondrous witty now, Aminta, But hang me if you be. Am. Indeed, Alcander, no, 'tis simple truth: Then for your bouncing Mistress, long Brunetta, O that majestick Garb, 'tis strangely taking, That scornful Look, and Eyes that strike all dead That stand beneath them.
Am. Alcander, you so many Vows have paid, So many Sighs and Tears to many a Maid, That should I credit give to what you say, I merit being undone as well as they. No, no, Alcander, I'll no more of that. Alcan. Farewel, Aminta, mayst thou want a Lover, When I shall hate both thee and thy whole Sex; I can endure your sober Cruelty, But do despise it clad in Jollity.
Hold, Sir, are you grown desperate? Alcippus, what is't you design in this? Alcip. To fight, Pisaro, and be kill'd. Pis. By Heaven, you shall not fight, unless with me, And you have so anger'd me with this rash action, I could almost provoke you to it. Enter Alcander. Alcan. Gods, Sir, that you should thus expose your self, The World's great Heir, against a desperate Madman! Pis.
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.
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.
Alcander, look, look, how she glides away, Dost thou not see't? Alcan. Nothing, Sir, not I. Phi. No, now she's gone again. Alcan. You are disorder'd, pray sit down a while. Phi.
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.
Thou know'st thy power, and now or never use it. Gal. 'Twas thither I was going. Phi. May'st thou be prosperous. Aminta and Alcander stay. Am. What now, Alcander? Alcan. As 'twas, Aminta. Am. How's that? Alcan. Such a distracted Lover as you left me. Am. Such as I found you too, I fear, Alcander. Alcan.
Shall she be made a prey, and I permit it, Who only have the interest to forbid it? Alcan. What mean you, Sir? Phi. Force the bold Ravisher to resign my Right. Alcander, is not she my Wife, and I his Prince? Alcan. 'Tis true, Sir: And y'ave both power and justice on your side; And there are times to exercise 'em both. Phi. Fitter than this, Alcander? Alcan.
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