_Enter_ Falatius _and_ Labree. _Fal_. Wert thou never valiant, _Labree_? _Lab_. Yes, Sir, before I serv’d you, and since too: I Am provok’d to give you proofs on’t sometimes; For when I am angry I am a very Hector. _Fal_. Ay, the Devil when a body’s angry, but that’s Not the Valour in mode; Men fight now a-days Without that, and even embrace whilst they draw Their Swords on one another. _Lab_. Ay, Sir, those are Men that despise their lives. _Fal_. Why, that’s it, _Labree_, that I would learn to do, And which I fear, nothing but Poverty will make me do; _Jove_ defend me from that experiment. _Enter_ Erminia _veil’d with a thin Tiffany_. _Lab_. What’s the matter, Sir? Does the fit take you now? _Fal_. Save us, save us, from the Fiend. _Lab_. A Ghost, a Ghost! O, O, O! [_They fall shaking on the ground_. _Er_. This was a happy mistake, Now I may pass with safety. [_Ex_. _Fal_. Look up, _Labree_, if thou hast any of that Courage thou spakest of but now. _Lab_. I dare not, Sir, experience yours I pray. _Fal_. Alas, alas, I fear we are both rank Cowards. _Lab_. Rise, Sir, ‘tis gone. _Fal_. This was worse than the fright _Alcander_ put Me into by much. [_They rise and go out_. SCENE IX. Philander’s _Apartments_. _Enter_ Philander _and_ Cleontius. _Phi_. I know he’s fled to the Camp, For there he only can secure himself. _Cle_. I do not think it, Sir. He’s too brave to justify an Action Which was the Outrage only of his Passion, That soon will toil it self into a Calm, And then will grow considerate again, And hate the Rashness it provok’d him to. _Phi_. That shall not serve his turn--go Tell him I’ll get his Pardon of the King, And set him free from other fears of Justice, But those which I intend to execute. If he be brave, he’ll not refuse this offer; If not, I’ll do as he has done by me, And meet his hated Soul by Treachery. [Cle_. goes out_. --And then I’ve nothing more to do but die. --Ah, how agreeable are the thoughts of Death! How kindly do they entertain my Soul, And tell it pretty tales of Satisfaction in the other world, That I shall dwell for ever with _Erminia_?--but stay, That sacred Spirit yet is unreveng’d, --I’ll send that Traitor’s Soul to eternal Night, Then mine shall take its so desired Flight. [_Going out_. _Enter _Erminia, _calls him_. _Er_. Return, Philander, whither wouldst thou fly? _Phi_. What Voice is that? [_Turns, sees her, and is frighted_. _Er_. ‘Tis I, my Prince, ‘tis I. _Phi_. Thou--Gods--what art thou--in that lovely shape? _Er_. A Soul that from Elysium made escape, [_As she comes towards him, he goes back in great amaze_. To visit thee; why dost thou steal away? I’ll not approach thee nearer than I may. _Phi_. Why do I shake--it is _Erminia’s_ form-- And can that Beauty ought that’s ill adorn? --In every part _Erminia_ does appear, And sure no Devil can inhabit there.