Am.  What posture?

Fal.  In that of fighting, Madam;
You would have call’d to mind that antient story
Of the stout Giants that wag’d War with Heaven;
Just so I fought, and for as glorious prize,
Your excellent Ladiship.

Am.  For me, was it for me you ran this hazard then?

Fal.  Madam, I hope you do not question that,
Was it not all the faults you found with me,
The reputation of my want of Courage,
A thousand Furies are not like a Battle;
And but for you,
By Jove, I would not fight it o’er again
For all the glory on’t; and now do you doubt me? 
Madam, your heart is strangely fortified
That can resist th’efforts I have made against it,
And bring to boot such marks of valour too.

    Enter to them Alcander, who seeing them would
    turn back, but Olinda stays him.

Oli.  Brother, come back.

Fal.  Advance, advance, what, Man, afraid of me?

Alcan.  How can she hold discourse with that Fantastick. [Aside.

Fal.  Come forward, and be complaisant. [Pulls him again.

Alcan.  That’s most proper for your Wit, Falatius.

Am.  Why so angry?

Alcan.  Away, thou art deceiv’d.

Am.  You’ve lost your sleep, which puts you out of humour.

Alcan.  He’s damn’d will lose a moment on’t for you.

Am.  Who is’t that has displeas’d you?

Alcan.  You have, and took my whole repose away,
And more than that, which you ne’er can restore;
I can do nothing as I did before. 
When I would sleep, I cannot do’t for you,
My Eyes and Fancy do that form pursue;
And when I sleep, you revel in my Dreams,
And all my Life is nothing but extremes. 
When I would tell my love, I seem most rude,
For that informs me how I am subdu’d. 
Gods, you’re unjust to tyrannize o’er me,
When thousands fitter for’t than I go free.
                                        [Ex.

Fal.  Why, what the Devil has possest Alcander?

Oli.  How like you this, Aminta?

Am.  Better and better, he’s a wondrous man.

[Exeunt Am. and Oli.

Fal.  ’Tis the most unjanty humour that ever I saw;
Ay, ay, he is my Rival,
No marvel an he look’d so big upon me;
He is damnable valiant, and as jealous as
He is valiant; how shall I behave my
Self to him, and these too idle humours of his
I cannot yet determine; the comfort is,
He knows I am a Coward whatever face I set upon it. 
Well, I must either resolve never to provoke
His Jealousy, or be able to rencounter his
Other fury, his Valour; that were a good
Resolve if I be not past all hope.