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Updated: May 27, 2025
Vengeance and Justice will pursue thee close, And hardly leave thee time for Penitence. What will the Princess say to this return You've made to all the offers she has sent This Night by Prince Philander? Alcip. Oh, when you name the Princess and Philander, Such different Passions do at once possess me, As sink my over-laden Soul to Hell. Alas, why do I live?
I know not how to put together. And prithee be not thou a Ridler too: But if thou knew'st of ought that may concern me, Make me as wise as thou art. Pis. Sir, you are of so strange a jealous Humour, And I so strangely jealous of your Honour, That 'twixt us both we may make work enough; But on my Soul I know no wrong you have. Alcip.
Ah, that I could remain in this same state, And be contented with this Monarchy: I would, if my wild multitude of Passions Could be appeas'd with it; but they're for Liberty, And nothing but a Common-wealth within Will satisfy their appetites of Freedom. Alcander looks out at the door. Alcan. Who's there? Alcip. A Friend. Alcan. Peace, Isillia. Alcip. I hear a Man within open the door.
The good he does you ought to adore him for, But all his evils 'tis the Gods must punish, Who made no Laws for Princes. Alcip. Sir, I confess I'm culpable, And were it not a sin equal to that, To doubt you could forgive me, I durst not hope your mercy after it. King. I think with all the Tenderness I'm guilty of, I hardly shall be brought to pardon thee. Phi.
Phi. Your love to that I see has made you impudent. Isil. The Storm comes on, your Highness should avoid it. Phi. Let him give place, I'll keep possession here. Isil. It is the Prince's pleasure, Sir, you quit the Presence. Alcip. No, this I call my Home; And since Erminia's here that does entitle it so, I will not quit the Presence. Phi. Alcip. Me, Philander! Phi. Thee. Alcip.
Erminia, do not mock my misery, For though you cannot love, yet pity me; That you allow my Passion no return, Is weight enough, you need not add your Scorn, In this your Cruelty is too severe. Er. Alcippus, you mistake me every where. Alcip. To whom, Erminia, do I owe this Fate? Er. To morrow all her story I'll relate.
All this I know as well as you, Pisaro, But will not be abus'd; alas, I'm lost: Could I recal these two last days are past, Ah, I should be my self again, Pisaro. I would refuse these Fetters which I wear, And be a Slave to nothing but to Glory. Pis. That were a Resolution worthy of you. But come, 'tis late, what you resolve conclude. Alcip.
I wish she thought so, Madam, Or could believe with what regret I do so; She then would think the fault were much too small For such a Penance as my Soul must suffer. Am. No matter, Sir, you have the Year before you. Alcip.
Not speak with me! nay then I fear the worst. Alcip. Not for the world, Pisaro Pis. Thy guilt is here too plain, I need not read it in thy blushing face, She's dead and pale: Ah, sweet Erminia! Alcip.
Who's this? one muffled 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? Alcan.
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