Volume Iii Part 95 (1/2)

_Page_. My Lord, is't you are fallen?

Help, Murder! Murder!

_Pis_. Hold, bawling Dog.

_Enter_ Alcippus _in a Night-gown, with a Sword in his hand, a_ Page _with Lights_.

_Alcip_. 'Twas hereabouts--who's this, _Pisaro_ wounded?

[_He looks up_.

How cam'st thou thus? Come up into my Arms.

_Pis_. 'Twas Jealousy, _Alcippus_, that wild Monster, Who never leaves us till he has thus betray'd us.

--Pox on't, I am asham'd to look upon thee.

I have disturb'd you to no purpose, Sir.

I am not wounded, go to bed again.

_Alcan_. I'll see thee to thy Lodgings first, _Pisaro_.

_Pis_. 'Twill be unkind both to your self and me.

[_Exeunt_.

SCENE VII. The Court Gallery.

_Enter_ Philander _and_ Alcander _with a Light_.

_Alcan_. He's gone, whoe'er he be.

_Phi_. It could not be _Alcippus_.

_Alcan_. I rather fear _Pisaro_, --But we soon enough shall know: Who's this?

_Enter_ Erminia _in her Night-gown, and_ lsillia _with Lights_.

_Er_. Methought I heard _Alcippus_ and the Prince Before the cry of Murder.

I die if those two Rivals have encounter'd.

_Phi_. Ah, Madam, cease that fear, they both are safe From all but from the Wounds which you have given them.

_Er_. Oh G.o.ds, what make you here! and where's _Alcippus_?

_Phi_. Where I had been had Heaven been bountiful.

_Er_. Alas, Sir, what do you mean? what have you done?

And where have you bestow'd him?

_Phi_. Why all this high concern, _Erminia_?

Has he so reconcil'd you to him since I saw you last?