_Discovers a Room hung with Black, a Hearse standing in it with Tapers round about it_, Alcippus _weeping at it, with_ Isillia, _and other Women with long black Veils round about the Hearse_. _Isil_. I humbly beg, my Lord, you would forbear. _Alcip_. Oh _Isillia_, Thou knowest not what vast Treasure this incloses, This sacred Pile; is there no Sorrow due to it? Alas, I bad her not farewel at parting. Nor did receive so much as one poor Kiss. --Ah wretched, wretched Man! _Enter the_ Prince. How, the Prince! How suddenly my Grief submits to Rage. _Phi. Alcippus_, why dost thou gaze thus on me? What Horror have I in my looks that frights thee? _Alcip_. Why, Sir, what makes you here? I have no more Wives, no more _Erminias_; Alas, she is dead-- Will you not give her leave to rest in peace? _Phi_. Is this the Gratitude you pay my Favours, That gave ye life, after your wrongs to me? But ‘twas my Sister’s Kindness that preserv’d thee And I prefer’d my Vengeance to the Gods. _Alcip_. Your Sister is a Saint whom I adore; But I refuse a Life that comes from you. _Isil_. What mean you, Sir? _Alcip_. To speak a truth, as dying Men should do. _Phi. Alcippus_, for my Sister’s sake who loves you, I can bear more than this--you know my power, And I can make you fear. [_Offers to go out_. _Alcip_. No, Prince, not whilst I am in love with dying. _Phi_. Your love to that I see has made you impudent. _Isil_. The Storm comes on, your Highness should avoid it. _Phi_. Let him give place, I’ll keep possession here. _Isil_. It is the Prince’s pleasure, Sir, you quit the Presence. _Alcip_. No, this I call my Home; And since _Erminia’s_ here that does entitle it so, I will not quit the Presence. _Phi_. Gave thee a Title to’t, _Alcippus_? _Alcip_. Me, _Philander_! [_They come to each other’s breast, and so draw_. _Phi_. Thee. _Alcip_. Me, what dare you now? _Phi_. I dare declare that I can hear no more; Be witness, Heaven, how justly I’m compell’d. _Alcip_. Now, Sir, you are brave and love _Erminia_ too. [_The Women run all away crying; they draw out some one way, and some another, leaving some their Veils behind them, some half off, half on_. _Phi_. We are here not safe, these Women will betray us. _Alcip_. Sir, ‘tis a work that will soon be dispatcht, And this a place and time most proper for’t. [_A pass or two_. Fal. _peeps in and runs away. Enter_ Pisaro, _runs between_. _Pis_. Hold, Sir, are you grown desperate? What means your Highness? [_To the_ Prince. _Alcippus_, what is’t you design in this? _Alcip_. To fight, _Pisaro_, and be kill’d. _Pis_. By Heaven, you shall not fight, unless with me, And you have so anger’d me with this rash action, I could almost provoke you to it. _Enter_ Alcander. _Alcan_. Gods, Sir, that you should thus expose your self, The World’s great Heir, against a desperate Madman! _Pis_. Have you forgot your Apparition, Sir?