Volume Iii Part 99 (1/2)

_Fal_. Your pardon, sweet _Alcander_, I protest I am Not in so gay an humour.

_Alcan_. Farewell, I had forgot my self.

[_Exit_.

_Fal_. Stark mad, by _Jove_--yet it may be not, for _Alcander_ has many unaccountable humours.

Well, if this be agreeable to _Aminta_, she's e'en as mad As he, and 'twere great pity to part them.

_Enter_ Pisaro, Aminta, _and_ Olinda.

_Am_. Well, have you kill'd him?

_Fal_. Some wiser than some, Madam.

--My Lord--what, alive?-- [_Sees_ Pisaro, _runs to him, and embraces him_.

_Pis_. Worth two dead men, you see.

_Fal_. That's more than I could have said within This half hour. _Alcander's_ very _Orlando_, by _Jove_, and gone To seek out one that's madder yet than himself That will kill him.

_Am_. Oh, dear _Falatius_, run and fetch him back.

_Fal_. Madam, I have so lately 'scap'd a scouring, That I wish you would take it for a mark Of my Pa.s.sion to disobey you; For he is in a d.a.m.n'd humour.

_Am_. He's out of it by this, I warrant you; But do not tell him that _Pisaro_ lives.

_Fal_. That's as I shall find occasion.

[_Exit_ Fal.

_Pis. Alcander_ is a worthy Youth and brave, I wish you would esteem him so; 'Tis true, there's now some difference between us, Our Interests are dispos'd to several ways, But Time and Management will join us all: I'll leave you; but prithee make it thy business To get my Pardon for last night's rudeness.

_Am_. I shall not fail.

[_Exit_ Pis.

_Re-enter_ Falatius, _with_ Alcander _melancholy_.

_Fal_. Here, Madam, here he is.

_Am_. Tell me, _Alcander_, why you treat me thus?

You say you love me, if I could believe you.

_Alcan_. Believe a Man! away, you have no wit, I'll say as much to every pretty Woman.

_Am_. But I have given you no cause to wrong me.

_Alcan_. That was my Fate, not Fault, I knew him not: But yet to make up my offence to you, I offer you my life; for I'm undone, If any faults of mine should make you sad.

_Am_. Here, take your Sword again, my Brother's well.

[_She gives him his Sword again_.