Volume Iii Part 110 (2/2)

It needs not, since these Languishments can be Nought but the Wounds which you alone can cure.

_Am. Alcander_, you so many Vows have paid, So many Sighs and Tears to many a Maid, That should I credit give to what you say, I merit being undone as well as they.

--No, no, _Alcander_, I'll no more of that.

_Alcan_. Farewel, _Aminta_, mayst thou want a Lover, When I shall hate both thee and thy whole s.e.x; I can endure your sober Cruelty, But do despise it clad in Jollity.

[_Exeunt severally_.

SCENE V.

_Discovers a Room hung with Black, a Hea.r.s.e standing in it with Tapers round about it_, Alcippus _weeping at it, with_ Isillia, _and other Women with long black Veils round about the Hea.r.s.e_.

_Isil_. I humbly beg, my Lord, you would forbear.

_Alcip_. Oh _Isillia_, Thou knowest not what vast Treasure this incloses, This sacred Pile; is there no Sorrow due to it?

Alas, I bad her not farewel at parting.

Nor did receive so much as one poor Kiss.

--Ah wretched, wretched Man!

_Enter the_ Prince.

How, the Prince!

How suddenly my Grief submits to Rage.

_Phi. Alcippus_, why dost thou gaze thus on me?

What Horror have I in my looks that frights thee?

_Alcip_. Why, Sir, what makes you here?

I have no more Wives, no more _Erminias_; Alas, she is dead-- Will you not give her leave to rest in peace?

_Phi_. Is this the Grat.i.tude you pay my Favours, That gave ye life, after your wrongs to me?

But 'twas my Sister's Kindness that preserv'd thee And I prefer'd my Vengeance to the G.o.ds.

_Alcip_. Your Sister is a Saint whom I adore; But I refuse a Life that comes from you.

_Isil_. What mean you, Sir?

_Alcip_. To speak a truth, as dying Men should do.

_Phi. Alcippus_, for my Sister's sake who loves you, I can bear more than this--you know my power, And I can make you fear. [_Offers to go out_.

_Alcip_. No, Prince, not whilst I am in love with dying.

_Phi_. Your love to that I see has made you impudent.

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