_Fal_. That’s as I shall find occasion. [_Exit_ Fal. _Pis. Alcander_ is a worthy Youth and brave, I wish you would esteem him so; ’.is true, there’s now some difference between us, Our Interests are dispos’d to several ways, But Time and Management will join us all: I’ll leave you; but prithee make it thy business To get my Pardon for last night’s rudeness. _Am_. I shall not fail. [_Exit_ Pis. _Re-enter_ Falatius, _with_ Alcander _melancholy_. _Fal_. Here, Madam, here he is. _Am_. Tell me, _Alcander_, why you treat me thus? You say you love me, if I could believe you. _Alcan_. Believe a Man! away, you have no wit, I’ll say as much to every pretty Woman. _Am_. But I have given you no cause to wrong me. _Alcan_. That was my Fate, not Fault, I knew him not: But yet to make up my offence to you, I offer you my life; for I’m undone, If any faults of mine should make you sad. _Am_. Here, take your Sword again, my Brother’s well. [_She gives him his Sword again_. _Fal_. Yes, by _Jove_, as I am: you had been finely serv’d, If I had kill’d you now. _Am_. What, sorry for the news? ha, ha, ha. _Alcan_. No, sorry y’are a Woman, a mere Woman. _Am_. Why, did you ever take me for a Man? ha, ha. _Alcan_. Thy Soul, I thought, was all so; but I see You have your weakness, can dissemble too; --I would have sworn that Sorrow in your face Had been a real one: Nay, you can die in jest, you can, false Woman: I hate thy Sex for this. _Fal_. By Jove, there is no truth in them, that’s flat. [_She looks sad_. _Alcan_. Why that repentant look? what new design? Come, now a tear or two to second that, And I am soft again, a very Ass. --But yet that Look would call a Saint from th’.ltar, And make him quite forget his Ceremony, Or take thee for his Deity: --But yet thou hast a very Hell within, Which those bewitching Eyes draw Souls into. _Fal_. Here’s he that fits you, Ladies. _Am_. Nay, now y’are too unjust, and I will leave you. _Alcan_. Ah, do not go, I know not by what Magick, [_Holds her_. But as you move, my Soul yields that way too. _Fal_. The truth on’t is, she has a strong magnetick Power, that I find. _Alcan_. But I would have none find it but my self, No Soul but mine shall sympathize with hers. _Fal_. Nay, that you cannot help. _Alcan_. Yes, but I can, and take it from thee, if I thought it did so. _Oli_. No quarrels here, I pray. _Fal_. Madam, I owe a Reverence to the Place. _Alcan_. I’ll scarce allow thee that; Madam, I’ll leave you to your Lover. _Am_. I hate thee but for saying so. _Alcan_. Quit him then. _Am_. So I can and thee too. [_Offers to go out_. _Alcan_. The Devil take me if you escape me so. [_Goes after her_. _Fal_. And I’ll not be out-done in importunity. [_Goes after_.