_Pis_. But, Sir, suppose you find _Philander_ there? _Alcip_. Then I suppose I shall not much approve on’t. _Pis_. You would be at your last night’s rage again. _Alcippus_, this will ruin you for ever, Nor is it all the Power you think you have Can save you, if he once be disoblig’d. Believe me ‘twas the Princess’ passion for you Made up that breach last night. _Alcip_. All this I know as well as you, _Pisaro_, But will not be abus’d; alas, I’m lost: Could I recal these two last days are past, Ah, I should be my self again, _Pisaro_. I would refuse these Fetters which I wear, And be a Slave to nothing but to Glory. _Pis_. That were a Resolution worthy of you. --But come, ‘tis late, what you resolve conclude. _Alcip_. I am resolv’d I will not to the Camp, A secret inclination does persuade me To visit my _Erminia_ to night. _Pis_. Comes it from Love or Jealousy? _Alcip_. The first, good faith, _Pisaro_; thou’rt so fearful-- You shall to th’.amp before, And I’ll be with you early in the Morning. _Pis_. Give me your hand, and promise to be calm. _Alcip_. By all our Friendships, as the Western Winds, [_Gives his hand_. Nothing that’s done shall e’er inrage me more, Honour’s the Mistress I’ll henceforth adore. [_Exit_. _Pis_. I will not trust you though. [_Goes out another way_. SCENE III. _The Court Gallery_. _Enter_ Philander _and_ Alcander _in their Clokes muffled as in the dark_. _Alcan_. _Isillia_. [_Calls at the lodgings of_ Erminia. _Isil_. [_Entering_.] Who’s there? _Alcan_. A Friend. _Isil_. My Lord _Alcander_? _Alcan_. The same. _Isil_. Where’s the Prince? _Phi_. Here, _Isillia_. _Isil_. Give me your hand, my Lord, and follow me. _Phi_. To such a Heaven as thou conduct’st me to, Though thou should’st traverse Hell, I’d follow thee. _Alcan_. You’ll come back in charity, _Isillia_? _Isil_. Yes, if I dare trust you alone with me. [_They go all in_. SCENE IV. _Draws off, a Chamber, discovers_ Erminia _in a dishabit, sitting; to her_ Philander, _who falls at her feet, on his knees_. _Er_. My Lord the Prince, what makes your Highness here? _Phi. Erminia_, why do ask that needless question? ’.was Love, Love that’s unsatisfied, which brought me hither. [_Kneels_. _Er_. Rise, Sir, this posture would become me better. _Phi_. Permit me, dear _Erminia_--to remain thus. ’.is only by these signs I can express What my Confusion will not let me utter. I know not what strange power thou bear’st about thee, But at thy sight or touch my Sense forsakes me, And that, withal I had design’d to say, Turns to a strange disorder’d Rapture in me. --Oh _Erminia_-- _Er_. How do you, Sir?