_Alcip_. When she can love to a discovery, It shows her Passion eminent and high; --But I am married--to a Maid that hates me: What help for that, _Pisaro_? And thou hast something too to say of her, What was’t? for now thou hast undone me quite. _Pis_. I have nought to say to her dishonour, Sir, But something may be done may give you cause To stand upon your Guard; And if your Rage do not the mastery get, I cannot doubt but what you’ll be happy yet. _Alcip_. Without _Erminia_ that can hardly be, And yet I find a certain shame within That will not suffer me to see the Princess; I have a kind of War within my Soul, My Love against my Glory and my Honour; And I could wish,--alas, I know not what: Prithee instruct me. _Pis_. Sir, take a resolution to be calm, And not like Men in love abandon Reason. --You may observe the actions of these Lovers, But be not passionate whate’er you find; That headstrong Devil will undo us all; If you’ll be happy, quit its company. _Alcip_. I fain would take thy counsel-- [_Pauses_. _Pis_. Come, clear up, my Lord, and do not hang the head Like Flowers in storms; the Sun will shine again. Set _Galatea’s_ Charms before your Eyes, Think of the Glory to divide a Kingdom; And do not waste your noble Youth and Time Upon a peevish Heart you cannot gain. This day you must to th’.amp, and in your absence I’ll take upon me what I scorn’d last night, The Office of a Spy-- Believe me, Sir, for by the Gods I swear, I never wish’d the glory of a Conquest With half that zeal as to compose these differences. _Alcip_. I do believe thee, and will tell thee something That past between the Prince and I last night; And then thou wilt conclude me truly miserable. [_Exeunt_. SCENE II. _The Palace_. _Enter_ Falatius, Labree, _as passing by they meet_ Cleontius. _Cle_. Your Servant, my Lord. --So coldly, stay--your reason, Sir. [Fal. _puts off his Hat a little, and passes on_. _Fal_. How mean you, Sir? _Cle_. Do you not know me? _Fal_. Yes, I have seen you, and think you are _Cleontius_, A Servant of the Prince’s; wert i’th’ Campania too, If I mistake not. _Cle_. Can you recal me by no better instances? _Fal_. What need of any, pray? _Cle_. I am a Gentleman. _Fal_. Ha, _Labree_, what means he now? By _Jove_, I do not question it, _Cleontius_: What need this odd Punctilio? I call thee to no account. _Cle_. That’s more than I can say to you, Sir. _Fal_. I’ll excuse you for that. _Cle_. But shall not need, Sir; stay, I have a Sister. _Fal_. Oh, the Devil, now he begins. _Cle_. A handsome Sister too, or you deceiv’d her. _Lab_. Bear up, Sir, be not huft. [_Aside_. _Fal_. It may be so, but is she kind, _Cleontius_? [Fal. _bears up_. _Cle_. What mean you by that word? _Lab_. Again, Sir, here’s two to one. [_Aside_. _Fal_. Will she do reason, or so? you understand me.