_Fal_. Not so well scap’d neither, Madam, but I Have left still a few testimonies of their Severity to me. [_Points to his face_. _Oli_. That’s not so well, believe me. _Fal_. Nor so ill, since they be such as render us No less acceptable to your fair Eyes, Madam! But had you seen me when I gain’d them, Ladies, In that heroick posture. _Am_. What posture? _Fal_. In that of fighting, Madam; You would have call’d to mind that antient story Of the stout Giants that wag’d War with Heaven; Just so I fought, and for as glorious prize, Your excellent Ladiship. _Am_. For me, was it for me you ran this hazard then? _Fal_. Madam, I hope you do not question that, Was it not all the faults you found with me, The reputation of my want of Courage, A thousand Furies are not like a Battle; And but for you, By _Jove_, I would not fight it o’er again For all the glory on’t; and now do you doubt me? Madam, your heart is strangely fortified That can resist th’efforts I have made against it, And bring to boot such marks of valour too. _Enter to them_ Alcander, _who seeing them would turn back, but_ Olinda _stays him_. _Oli_. Brother, come back. _Fal_. Advance, advance, what, Man, afraid of me? _Alcan_. How can she hold discourse with that Fantastick. [_Aside_. _Fal_. Come forward, and be complaisant. [_Pulls him again_. _Alcan_. That’s most proper for your Wit, _Falatius_. _Am_. Why so angry? _Alcan_. Away, thou art deceiv’d. _Am_. You’ve lost your sleep, which puts you out of humour. _Alcan_. He’s damn’d will lose a moment on’t for you. _Am_. Who is’t that has displeas’d you? _Alcan_. You have, and took my whole repose away, And more than that, which you ne’er can restore; I can do nothing as I did before. When I would sleep, I cannot do’t for you, My Eyes and Fancy do that form pursue; And when I sleep, you revel in my Dreams, And all my Life is nothing but extremes. When I would tell my love, I seem most rude, For that informs me how I am subdu’d. Gods, you’re unjust to tyrannize o’er me, When thousands fitter for’t than I go free. [_Ex_. _Fal_. Why, what the Devil has possest _Alcander_? _Oli_. How like you this, _Aminta_? _Am_. Better and better, he’s a wondrous man. [_Exeunt_ Am. _and_ Oli. _Fal_. ‘Tis the most unjanty humour that ever I saw; Ay, ay, he is my Rival, No marvel an he look’d so big upon me; He is damnable valiant, and as jealous as He is valiant; how shall I behave my Self to him, and these too idle humours of his I cannot yet determine; the comfort is, He knows I am a Coward whatever face I set upon it. Well, I must either resolve never to provoke His Jealousy, or be able to rencounter his Other fury, his Valour; that were a good Resolve if I be not past all hope. [_Ex_. SCENE III. _Enter_ Alcippus _and_ Erminia, _as in a Bed-Chamber_.