Volume Iii Part 94 (2/2)

_Those Smiles and Kisses which you give.

Remember_, Sylvia, _are my due; And all the Joys my Rival does receive He ravishes from me, not you.

Ah_ Sylvia, _can I live and this believe?

Insensibles are touched to see My languishments, and seem to pity me_.

Which I demand of thee, _E_. of thee, Which I demand, &c.

_Pis_. What's all this?

_Phi_. Who's there?

_Pis_. A Man, a Friend to the General.

_Phi_. Then thou'rt an Enemy to all good Men.

Does the ungrateful Wretch hide his own head, And send his Spies abroad?

_Pis_. He is too great to fear, and needs them not: And him thou termest so, scorns the Office too.

_Phi_. What makest thou here then, when the whole World's asleep?

Be gone, there lies thy way, where'er thy business be.

_Pis_. It lies as free for thee, and here's my business.

_Phi_. Thou lyest, rude man.

_Pis_. Why, what art thou darest tell me so i'th' dark?

Day had betray'd thy blushes for this Boldness.

_Phi_. Tell me who 'tis that dares capitulate?

_Pis_. One that dares make it good.

_Phi_. Draw then, and keep thy word.

_Alcan_. Stand by, and let me do that duty, Sir.

[_He steps between them, they fight_, Pisaro _falls_.

--Here's thy reward, whoe'er thou art.

_Phi_. Hast thou no hurt?

_Alcan_. I think not much, yet somewhere 'tis I bleed.

_Pis_. What a dull beast am I!

[_Exeunt_ Prince _and_ Alcan.

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