Volume Iii Part 111 (1/2)

_Isil_. The Storm comes on, your Highness should avoid it.

_Phi_. Let him give place, I'll keep possession here.

_Isil_. It is the Prince's pleasure, Sir, you quit the Presence.

_Alcip_. No, this I call my Home; And since _Erminia's_ here that does ent.i.tle it so, I will not quit the Presence.

_Phi_. Gave thee a t.i.tle to't, _Alcippus_?

_Alcip_. Me, _Philander_!

[_They come to each other's breast, and so draw_.

_Phi_. Thee.

_Alcip_. Me, what dare you now?

_Phi_. I dare declare that I can hear no more; Be witness, Heaven, how justly I'm compell'd.

_Alcip_. Now, Sir, you are brave and love _Erminia_ too.

[_The Women run all away crying; they draw out some one way, and some another, leaving some their Veils behind them, some half off, half on_.

_Phi_. We are here not safe, these Women will betray us.

_Alcip_. Sir, 'tis a work that will soon be dispatcht, And this a place and time most proper for't.

[_A pa.s.s or two_. Fal. _peeps in and runs away.

Enter_ Pisaro, _runs between_.

_Pis_. Hold, Sir, are you grown desperate?

What means your Highness? [_To the_ Prince.

_Alcippus_, what is't you design in this?

_Alcip_. To fight, _Pisaro_, and be kill'd.

_Pis_. By Heaven, you shall not fight, unless with me, And you have so anger'd me with this rash action, I could almost provoke you to it.

_Enter_ Alcander.

_Alcan_. G.o.ds, Sir, that you should thus expose your self, The World's great Heir, against a desperate Madman!

_Pis_. Have you forgot your Apparition, Sir?

_Alcip_. Oh, 'twas an idle lying one, _Pisaro_, And came but to intrap me.

_To them_ Galatea, Aminta, _and_ Olinda.

_Gal_. Ah, Brother, why so cruel to your Sister?

_Phi_. Here, _Galatea_, punish my misfortune, For yet I want the will to injure thee.