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Till then the promise I the Princess made, I beg you would permit might be obey'd. Alcip. You, Madam, with so many charms assail, You need not question but you shall prevail; Thy power's not lessen'd in thy being mine, But much augmented in my being thine, The glory of my chains may raise me more, But I am still that Slave I was before. SCENE IV. Philander's Bed-chamber. Phi.
A Lover was that a time for Courtship? Such Actions, Madam, will reflect on you. What have you there, Isillia? Ha a Sword and Hat Erminia, whose be these? Er. Why do you ask Alcip. To be inform'd, is that so great a wonder? Er. They be my Father's, Sir Alcip. Was that well said, Erminia? speak again. Er. What is't you would know? Alcip. The truth, Erminia, 'twould become you best.
Nor did receive so much as one poor Kiss. Ah wretched, wretched Man! Enter the Prince. How, the Prince! How suddenly my Grief submits to Rage. Phi. Alcippus, why dost thou gaze thus on me? What Horror have I in my looks that frights thee? Alcip. Why, Sir, what makes you here? I have no more Wives, no more Erminias; Alas, she is dead Will you not give her leave to rest in peace? Phi.
Er. I will not promise; what I mean to do My Virtue only shall oblige me to. Alcip. But, Madam, what d'you mean by this reserve? To what intent does all this Coldness serve? Is there no pity to my Sufferings due? And will you still my Languishments renew?
I must believe thee, yet methinks thy Face Has put on an unwonted gravity. Pis. That, Alcippus, you'll not wonder at, When you shall know you are my Rival. Alcip. Nay, why shouldst thou delay me thus with stories? This shall not put me off. Pis.
Nay, now you urge me to impossibility: Good faith, I cannot tell, but guess the Prince. Alcip. 'Tis true, Pisaro, 'twas indeed the Prince. But what was th'occasion? Pis. He call'd me Spy, and I return'd th'affront, But took no notice that he was my Prince: It was a Folly I repented of; But 'twas in a damn'd melancholy Mood. Alcip. Was it a going in or coming out? Pis. From whence? Alcip.
I know thy Soul is generous enough, To think a glorious Act rewards it self. But those who understand not so much Virtue, Will call it my neglect, and want of Gratitude; In this thy Modesty will wrong thy King. Alcippus, by this pause you seem to doubt My Power or Will; in both you are to blame. Alcip. Your pardon, Sir; I never had a thought That could be guilty of so great a Sin.
But thine's a raging Fire, which never ceases Till it has quite destroy'd the goodly Edifice Where it first took beginning. Faith, strive, Sir, to suppress it. Alcip. No, I'll let it run to its extent, And see what then 'twill do. Perhaps 'twill make me mad, or end my life, Either of which will ease me. Pis.
Fear nothing, Madam, I'll be near you still. Er. Pray stay a little longer. Alcip. My Face has Horror in't pale and disfigur'd, And lean as Envy's self My Eyes all bloody, and my hanging lids Like Midnight's mischief, hide the guilty Balls, And all about me calls me Murderer: Oh horrid Murderer!
In that but common Justice you allow. Er. That Justice, Sir, is all I can bestow. Alcip.
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