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Alcippus, seeing them together, mad with jealousy, attacks the prince. He is, however, beaten back and even wounded, and later his fury is inflamed by Pisaro's tale, who also informs the favourite that Galatea, for whom the narrator cherishes a hopeless love, dotes fondly upon him.

Enter the King, Cleontius, and Attendants. King. My Love, Alcippus, is despis'd I see, And you in lieu of that return you owe me, Endeavour to destroy me. Is this an Object for your Rage to work on? Behold him well, Alcippus, 'tis your Prince. Who dares gaze on him with irreverend Eyes?

I'm wounded, yet I will not leave him so; There may be Mischief in him, though unarm'd. SCENE VI. A Bed-chamber. Isil. Ah, Madam, Alcippus. Er. Alcippus, where? Isil. I left him in a quarrel with Alcander, And hear him coming up. Er. For Heaven's sake, Sir, submit to be conceal'd. Phi. Not for the world, Erminia, My Innocence shall be my guard and thine. Er. He comes; Philander, for my safety go.

To you, my Prince, I've done unheard-of injuries, And though your Mercy do afford me life, With this rich present too; Till I could know I might deserve them both, That Life will prove a Plague, and this great Gift Turn to the torment of it. Phi. Alcippus, 'tis not kind to doubt me still, Is this a present for a Man I hate? Alcip.

But 'tis that Shape, and not thy Nature frights me, That calls the blood out of my panting Heart, That Traytor Heart that did conspire thy death. Er. Sit down and hear me To disobey, thy punishment shall be; To live in endless torments, but ne'er die. Alcip. Er. Alcippus, tell me what you see, What is't that I appear to be? Alcip. My blest Erminia deify'd. Er.

Your very Tears already have betray'd Its weak inconstant nature; Alcippus, should he look upon thee now, would swear thou wert not that fine thing he lov'd. Er. Why should that blessing turn to my despair? Curse on his Faith that told him I was fair. Org. 'Tis strange to me you shou'd despise this Fortune, I always thought you well inclin'd to love him, I would not else have thus dispos'd of you.

Neither of these, Alcippus; It will unman you, make you too despis'd; And those that now admire will pity you. Alcip. What wouldst thou have me do? Am I not ty'd a Slave to follow Love, Whilst at my back Freedom and Honour waits, And I have lost the power to welcome them?

SCENE I. The Palace. Enter Philander and Galatea inrag'd. Phi. 'Tis done, 'tis done, the fatal knot is ty'd, Erminia to Alcippus is a Bride; Methinks I see the Motions of her Eyes, And how her Virgin Breasts do fall and rise: Her bashful Blush, her timorous Desire, Adding new Flame to his too vigorous Fire; Whilst he the charming Beauty must embrace, And shall I live to suffer this Disgrace?

Well, I must either resolve never to provoke His Jealousy, or be able to rencounter his Other fury, his Valour; that were a good Resolve if I be not past all hope. Enter Alcippus and Erminia, as in a Bed-Chamber. Alcip. But still methinks, Erminia, you are sad, A heaviness appears in those fair Eyes, As if your Soul were agitating something Contrary to the pleasure of this night. Er.

Yes, base Alcippus, I have still that Courage, Th'effects of which thou hast beheld with wonder; And now being fortified by Innocence, Thou't find sufficient to chastise thy boldness: Restore my Sword, and prove the truth of this. Alcip. I've hardly so much Calmness left to answer thee, And tell thee, Prince, thou art deceiv'd in me.