_Those Smiles and Kisses which you give. Remember_, Sylvia, _are my due; And all the Joys my Rival does receive He ravishes from me, not you. Ah_ Sylvia, _can I live and this believe? Insensibles are touched to see My languishments, and seem to pity me_. Which I demand of thee, _E_. of thee, Which I demand, &c. _Pis_. What’s all this? _Phi_. Who’s there? _Pis_. A Man, a Friend to the General. _Phi_. Then thou’rt an Enemy to all good Men. Does the ungrateful Wretch hide his own head, And send his Spies abroad? _Pis_. He is too great to fear, and needs them not: And him thou termest so, scorns the Office too. _Phi_. What makest thou here then, when the whole World’s asleep? Be gone, there lies thy way, where’er thy business be. _Pis_. It lies as free for thee, and here’s my business. _Phi_. Thou lyest, rude man. _Pis_. Why, what art thou darest tell me so i’th’ dark? Day had betray’d thy blushes for this Boldness. _Phi_. Tell me who ‘tis that dares capitulate? _Pis_. One that dares make it good. _Phi_. Draw then, and keep thy word. _Alcan_. Stand by, and let me do that duty, Sir. [_He steps between them, they fight_, Pisaro _falls_. --Here’s thy reward, whoe’er thou art. _Phi_. Hast thou no hurt? _Alcan_. I think not much, yet somewhere ‘tis I bleed. _Pis_. What a dull beast am I! [_Exeunt_ Prince _and_ Alcan. _Enter_ Page. _Page_. My Lord, is’t you are fallen? Help, Murder! Murder! _Pis_. Hold, bawling Dog. _Enter_ Alcippus _in a Night-gown, with a Sword in his hand, a_ Page _with Lights_. _Alcip_. ‘Twas hereabouts--who’s this, _Pisaro_ wounded? [_He looks up_. How cam’st thou thus? Come up into my Arms. _Pis_. ‘Twas Jealousy, _Alcippus_, that wild Monster, Who never leaves us till he has thus betray’d us. --Pox on’t, I am asham’d to look upon thee. I have disturb’d you to no purpose, Sir. I am not wounded, go to bed again. _Alcan_. I’ll see thee to thy Lodgings first, _Pisaro_. _Pis_. ‘Twill be unkind both to your self and me. [_Exeunt_. SCENE VII. The Court Gallery. _Enter_ Philander _and_ Alcander _with a Light_. _Alcan_. He’s gone, whoe’er he be. _Phi_. It could not be _Alcippus_. _Alcan_. I rather fear _Pisaro_, --But we soon enough shall know: Who’s this? _Enter_ Erminia _in her Night-gown, and_ lsillia _with Lights_. _Er_. Methought I heard _Alcippus_ and the Prince Before the cry of Murder. I die if those two Rivals have encounter’d. _Phi_. Ah, Madam, cease that fear, they both are safe From all but from the Wounds which you have given them. _Er_. Oh Gods, what make you here! and where’s _Alcippus_? _Phi_. Where I had been had Heaven been bountiful. _Er_. Alas, Sir, what do you mean? what have you done? And where have you bestow’d him?