[_He comes on and kneels, one knocks, she steals back in at a door_. _Alcan_. [_Within_.] My Lord the Prince! _Phi_. Ha--Oh Gods, I charge thee not to vanish yet! I charge thee by those Powers thou dost obey, Not to deprive me of thy blessed sight. _Er_. I will revisit thee. [_Ex_. _Enter_ Alcander. _Phi_. I’m not content with that. --Stay, stay, my dear _Erminia_. _Alcan_. What mean you, Sir? [_He rises and looks still afrighted_. _Phi_. _Alcander_, look, look, how she glides away, Dost thou not see’t? _Alcan_. Nothing, Sir, not I. _Phi_. No, now she’s gone again. _Alcan_. You are disorder’d, pray sit down a while. _Phi_. No, not at all, _Alcander_; I’m my self, I was not in a Dream, nor in a Passion When she appear’d, her Face a little pale, But else my own _Erminia_, she her self, I mean a thing as like, nay, it spoke too, And I undaunted answer’d it again; But when you knockt it vanisht. _Alcan_. ‘Twas this _Aminta_ would persuade me to, And, faith, I laught at her, And wish I might have leave to do so now. _Phi_. You do displease me with your Unbelief. _Alcan_. Why, Sir, do you think there can indeed be Ghosts? _Phi_. Pray do not urge my Sense to lose its nature. _Er_. It is _Alcander_, I may trust him too. [_She peeps in on them, and comes out_. _Phi_. Look where she comes again, credit thy Eyes, Which did persuade thee that they saw her dead. _Alcan_. By Heaven, and so they did. [_Both seem frighted_. --Gods--this is wondrous strange! yet I can bear it, If it were the Devil himself in that fair shape. _Phi_. And yet thou shakest. _Alcan_. I do, but know not why. --Inform us, lovely Spirit, what thou art, A God--or Devil; if either, thou art welcome. _Er_. You cannot think, _Alcander_, there be Ghosts. [_She gives her hands to him and_ Phi. _which they refuse to touch_. No, give me your hand, and prove mine flesh and blood. --Sir, you were wont to credit what I said, And I would still merit that kind opinion. _Phi_. _Erminia_, Soul of Sweetness, is it you? --How do you ravish with excess of Joys? _Er_. Softly, dear Sir, do not express that Joy, Lest you destroy it by your doing so. I fly for sanctuary to your Arms; As yet none knows I live, but poor _Isillia_, Who bathing of my cold face with her tears, Perceiv’d some signs of life, and us’d what means Her Love and Duty did instruct her in; And I in half an hour was so reviv’d, As I had sense of all was past and done; And to prevent a death I yet might fear, If mad _Alcippus_ had return’d again, --Alone I came to you, where I could find Alone my Safety too. _Phi_. From Gods and Men, _Erminia_, thou art safe, My best and blest _Erminia_. _Er_. Sir, in my coming hither I met _Aminta_, Who I may fear has alarm’d all the Court; She took me for a Ghost, and ran away, E’er I cou’d undeceive her. --_Falatius_ too, afrighted even to death--