_Alcan_. What then? she’as all about her that she had, Of Youth and Beauty she is Mistress still, And may dispose it how and where she will. _Phi_. Pray Heaven I do not think too well of thee: What means all this discourse, art thou honest? _Alcan_. As most Men of my Age. _Phi_. And wouldst thou counsel me to such a Sin? For--I do understand--thee. _Alcan_. I know not what you term so. _Phi_. I never thought thou’dst been so great a Villain, To urge me to a crime would damn us all; Why dost thou smile, hast thou done well in this? _Alcan_. I thought so, or I’ad kept it to my self. Sir, e’er you grow in rage at what I’ve said, Do you think I love you, or believe my life Were to be valued more than your repose? You seem to think it is not. _Phi_. Possibly I may. _Alcan_. The sin of what I have propos’d to you You only seem to hate: Sir, is it so? --If such religious thoughts about you dwell, Why is it that you thus perplex your self? Self-murder sure is much the greater sin. _Erminia_ too you say has broke her Vows, She that will swear and lye, will do the rest. And of these evils, this I think the least; And as for me, I never thought it sin. _Phi_. And canst thou have so poor a thought of her? _Alcan_. I hope you’ll find her, Sir, as willing to’t As I am to suppose it; nay, believe’t, She’ll look upon’t as want of Love and Courage Should you not now attempt it; You know, Sir, there’s no other remedy, Take no denial, but the Game pursue, For what she will refuse, she wishes you. _Phi_. With such pretensions--she may angry grow. _Alcan_. I never heard of any that were so, For though the will to do’t, and power they want, They love to hear of what they cannot grant. _Phi_. No more, Is this your duty to your Prince, _Alcander_? You were not wont to counsel thus amiss, ’.is either Disrespect or some Design; I could be wondrous angry with thee now, But that my Grief has such possession here, ’.will make no room for Rage. _Alcan_. I cannot, Sir, repent of what I’ve said, Since all the errors which I have committed Are what my passion to your interest led me to, But yet I beg your Highness would recal That sense which would persuade you ‘tis unjust. _Phi_. Name it no more, and I’ll forgive it thee. _Alcan_. I can obey you, Sir. _Phi_. What shall we do to night, I cannot sleep. _Alcan_. I’m good at watching, and doing any thing. _Phi_. We’ll serenade the Ladies and the Bride. --The first we may disturb, but she I fear Keeps watch with me to night, though not like me. _Enter a_ Page _of the_ Prince’s. _Phi_. How now, Boy, Is the Musick ready which I spoke for? _Page_. They wait your Highness’s command. _Phi_. Bid them prepare, I’m coming. [_Ex. Page_. Soft touches may allay the Discords here, And sweeten, though not lessen my Despair. [_Exeunt_. SCENE V. _The Court Gallery_. _Enter_ Pisaro _alone_.