Volume Iii Part 98 (1/2)

_Fal_. He was a little too familiar with me.

_Cle_. Madam, my Sister _Isillia_--

_Fal_. A curse, he will out with it-- [_Aside, pulls him by the Arm_.

_Cle_. Confess she is your Mistress. [_Aside_.

_Fal_. I call my Mistress, Madam.

_Am_. My Cousin _Isillia_ your Mistress!

Upon my word, you are a happy Man.

_Fal_. By _Jove_, if she be your Cousin, Madam, I love her much the better for't.

_Am_. I am beholding to you, But then it seems I have lost a Lover of you.

_Cle_. Confess she has, or I'll so handle you.

[_Ex_. Labree.

_Fal_. That's too much, _Cleontius_--but I will, By _Jove_, Madam, I must not have a Mistress that Has more Wit than my self, they ever require More than a Man's able to give them.

_Oli_. Is this your way of Courts.h.i.+p to _Isillia_?

[_Ex_. Cle.

_Fal_. By _Jove_, Ladies, you get no more of that from me, 'Tis that has spoiled you all; I find _Alcander_ can Do more with a dumb show, than I with all my Applications and Address.

_Oli_. Why, my Brother can speak.

_Fal_. Yes, if any body durst hear him; by _Jove_, if you Be not kind to him, he'll hector you all; I'll get The way on't too, 'tis the most prosperous one; I see no Other reason you have to love _Alcander_ Better than I.

_Am_. Why should you think I do?

_Fal_. Devil, I see't well enough by your continual Quarrels with him.

_Am_. Is that so certain a proof?

_Fal_. Ever while you live, you treat me too Well ever to hope.

_Enter_ Alcander, _kneels, offers his Sword to_ Aminta.

--What new Masquerade's this? by _Jove, Alcander_ Has more tricks than a dancing Bear.

_Am_. What mean you by this present?

_Alcan_. Kill me.

_Am_. What have you done to merit it?

_Alcan_. Do not ask, but do't.