_Phi_. I am not well; Too suddenly I pass from one extreme To this of Joy, more insupportable: But I shall re-assume my health anon, And tell thee all my story. _Er_. Dear Sir, retire into this inner room, And there repose awhile: Alas, I see disorder in your Face. _Phi_. This confidence of me, is generous in thee. [_They go into the Scene which draws over_. SCENE V. _The Court Gallery_. _Enter_ Alcippus. _Alcip_. The Night is calm and silent as my Thoughts, Where nothing now but Love’s soft whispers dwell; Who in as gentle terms upbraids my Rage, Which strove to dispossess the Monarch thence: It tells me how dishonest all my Fears are, And how ungrateful all my Jealousies; And prettily persuades those Infidels To be less rude and mutinous hereafter. Ah, that I could remain in this same state, And be contented with this Monarchy: I would, if my wild multitude of Passions Could be appeas’d with it; but they’re for Liberty, And nothing but a Common-wealth within Will satisfy their appetites of Freedom. --Pride, Honour, Glory, and Ambition strive How to expel this Tyrant from my Soul, But all too weak, though Reason should assist them. [_He knocks_. Alcander _looks out at the door_. _Alcan_. Who’s there? _Alcip_. A Friend. _Isil_. [_Within_.] Oh Heavens! it is my Lord _Alcippus’. voice. _Alcan_. Peace, _Isillia_. _Alcip_. I hear a Man within--open the door. Now, Love, defend thy Interest, or my Jealousy Will grow the mightier Devil of the two else. [Alcan. _comes out_. --Who’s this? one muffled in a Cloke? What art thou, who at this dead time of Night Hast took possession here? --Speak, or I’ll kill thee. _Alcan_. This were an opportunity indeed To do my Prince a service, but I dare not. _Alcip_. What darest not do? _Alcan_. Not kill thee. _Alcip_. Is that thy business then? have at thee, Slave? I’ll spoil your keeping doors. [_Runs at him_. [_They fight, and grapling_, Alcander _gets the Sword of_ Alcippus. He’as got my Sword, however, I’ll lose no time: It may be ‘tis his office to detain me. [_He goes in_. _Alcan_. I’m wounded, yet I will not leave him so; There may be Mischief in him, though unarm’d. [_Goes in_. SCENE VI. A Bed-chamber. _Discovers_ Erminia, Philander _sitting on the Bed, to them_ Isillia, _a Sword and Hat on the Table_. _Isil_. Ah, Madam, _Alcippus_. _Er. Alcippus_, where? _Isil_. I left him in a quarrel with _Alcander_, And hear him coming up. _Er_. For Heaven’s sake, Sir, submit to be conceal’d. _Phi_. Not for the world, _Erminia_, My Innocence shall be my guard and thine. _Er_. Upon my knees I’ll beg you’ll be conceal’d, [_A noise_. He comes; _Philander_, for my safety go. _Phi_. I never did obey with more regret. [_He hides himself behind the Bed, and in haste leaves his Sword and Hat on the Table_; Alcippus _comes in_.