_What think’st thou of thy Destiny, Is’t not agreeable to thee? Tell me_, Alcippus, _is’t not brave? Is it not better than a Grave? Cast off your Tears, abandon Grief, And give what you have seen belief. Dress all your Looks, and be as gay As Virgins in the Month of_ May; _Deck up that Face where Sorrow grows, And let your Smiles adorn your brows; Recal your wonted Sweetness home, And let your Eyes all Love become: For what the Gods have willed and said, Thou hast no power to evade. What they decree none can withstand, You must obey what they command_. [She goes out, he remains immoveable for a while. _Enter_ Pisaro. _Pis_. How is it, man?--what, speechless? _Alcip_. No. _Pis_. I left thee on the Bed, how camest thou here? _Alcip_. I know not. _Pis_. Have you slept? _Alcip_. Yes, ever since you left me; And ‘twas a kindness in thee now to wake me; For Sleep had almost flatter’d me to Peace, Which is a vile injustice. Hah, _Pisaro_, I had such a Dream, Such a fine flattering Dream-- _Pis_. How was it, pray? _Alcip_. Nay, I will forget it; I do not merit so much peace of mind, As the relation of that Dream will give me: Oh, ‘twas so perfect, too, I hardly can persuade my self I slept! Dost thou believe there may be Apparitions? _Pis_. Doubtless, my Lord, there be. _Alcip_. I never could believe it till this hour, By Heavens, I think I saw them too, _Pisaro_. _Pis_. ‘Tis very possible you’re not deceiv’d. _Alcip_. _Erminia’s_ Spirit, in a glorious form. _Pis_. I do believe you. _Alcip_. Why, is’t not strange? _Pis_. It would have been, had I not heard already She has this night appear’d to several Persons, In several Shapes; the first was to the Prince; And said so many pretty things for you, As has persuaded him to pardon you. _Alcip_. Oh Gods, what Fortune’s mine! I do believe the Prince is innocent From all that thou hast said. --But yet I wish he would dispose his Bounties On those that would return acknowledgments; I hate he should oblige me. _Pis_. You are too obstinate, and must submit. _Alcip_. It cannot be, and yet methinks I give A strange and sudden credit to this Spirit, It beckon’d me into another room; I’ll follow it, and know its business there. [_Aside_. _Pis_. Come, Sir, I am a kind of Prophet, And can interpret Dreams too. We’ll walk a while, and you shall tell me all, And then I would advise you what to do. [_Exeunt_. SCENE III. _The King’s Chamber_. _Enter_ Philander _with the_ King.