_Phi_. Why all this high concern, _Erminia_? Has he so reconcil’d you to him since I saw you last? This is not kind to me. _Er_. Oh, tell me not of kindness, where’s _Alcippus_? _Alcan_. Madam, of whom do you demand _Alcippus_? Neither of us have seen him. _Phi_. Go, you are a Woman, a vain peevish Creature. _Er_. Sir, ‘tis but just you should excuse my Fear, _Alcippus_ is my Husband, and his Safety Ought to become my care. _Phi_. How, _Erminia_! Can you so soon yield up my right to him, And not blush whilst you own your Perjury? _Er_. Now, Sir, you are much to blame; I could have borne the rest, but this concerns me: I fear I have but too well kept my Vows with you, Since you are grown but to suspect I have not. _Phi_. Pardon me, Dear, the errors of my Passion; It was a Sin so natural, That even thy unkindly taking it Approach’d too near it, not to gain my Pardon; But tell me why you askt me for _Alcippus_? _Er_. Sir, e’er I could dispose my Eyes to sleep, I heard the Musick at my Chamber-door, And such a Song as could be none but yours; But that was finish’d in a noise less pleasant, In that of Swords and Quarrel; And amongst which, I thought I heard yours and _Alcippus’. Voice: (For I have kept my word, and lay not with him) This brought me hither; but if I mistook, Once more I beg your pardon. _Phi_. Thou hast restor’d me to a world of Joys, By what thou now hast said. _Enter_ Alcippus, _his Sword in his Hand, a_ Page _with Light, he stands a while_. _Alcip. Erminia_! and the Prince! embracing too! I dream, and know she could not be thus base, Thus false and loose-- But here I am inform’d it is no Vision; --This was design’d before, I find it now. [_Lays his hand on his heart_. _Er. Alcippus_, oh my fears! [_Goes to them, takes her by the hand_. _Alcip_. Yes, Madam, Too soon arriv’d for his and your repose. _Phi. Alcippus_, touch her not. _Alcip_. Not touch her! by Heaven, I will, And who shall hinder me? Who is’t dares say I shall not touch my Wife? _Phi_. Villain, thou ly’st. _Alcip_. That y’are my Prince shall not defend you here. Draw, Sir, for I have laid respect aside. [_Strikes, they fight a little_, Alcippus _is wounded_, Alcander _supports him_. _Er_. Oh Gods, what mean you? hold, _Philander_, hold. _Phi_. Life of my Soul, retire, I cannot hear that Voice and disobey; And you must needs esteem him at low rates, Who sells thee and his Honour for a Tear. _Er_. Upon my knees I beg to be obey’d, [_She kneels_. --But if I must not, here discharge your Anger. _Phi_. You are too great a Tyrant where you may. [_Exeunt_ Erminia _and_ Alcippus.