Phi.  Tell me who ’tis that dares capitulate?

Pis.  One that dares make it good.

Phi.  Draw then, and keep thy word.

Alcan.  Stand by, and let me do that duty, Sir.
        [He steps between them, they fight, Pisaro falls. 
—­Here’s thy reward, whoe’er thou art.

Phi.  Hast thou no hurt?

Alcan.  I think not much, yet somewhere ’tis I bleed.

Pis.  What a dull beast am I!

[Exeunt Prince and Alcan.

    Enter Page.

Page.  My Lord, is’t you are fallen?  Help, Murder!  Murder!

Pis.  Hold, bawling Dog.

Enter Alcippus in a Night-gown, with a Sword
in his hand, a Page with Lights.

Alcip.  ’Twas hereabouts—­who’s this, Pisaro wounded?
                                                 [He looks up. 
How cam’st thou thus?  Come up into my Arms.

Pis.  ’Twas Jealousy, Alcippus, that wild Monster,
Who never leaves us till he has thus betray’d us. 
—­Pox on’t, I am asham’d to look upon thee. 
I have disturb’d you to no purpose, Sir. 
I am not wounded, go to bed again.

Alcan.  I’ll see thee to thy Lodgings first, Pisaro.

Pis.  ’Twill be unkind both to your self and me.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VII.  The Court Gallery.

    Enter Philander and Alcander with a Light.

Alcan.  He’s gone, whoe’er he be.

Phi.  It could not be Alcippus.

Alcan.  I rather fear Pisaro, —­But we soon enough shall know:  Who’s this?

    Enter Erminia in her Night-gown, and lsillia with Lights.

Er.  Methought I heard Alcippus and the Prince Before the cry of Murder.  I die if those two Rivals have encounter’d.

Phi.  Ah, Madam, cease that fear, they both are safe From all but from the Wounds which you have given them.

Er.  Oh Gods, what make you here! and where’s Alcippus?

Phi.  Where I had been had Heaven been bountiful.

Er.  Alas, Sir, what do you mean? what have you done?  And where have you bestow’d him?

Phi.  Why all this high concern, Erminia?  Has he so reconcil’d you to him since I saw you last?  This is not kind to me.

Er.  Oh, tell me not of kindness, where’s Alcippus?

Alcan.  Madam, of whom do you demand Alcippus?  Neither of us have seen him.

Phi.  Go, you are a Woman, a vain peevish Creature.

Er.  Sir, ’tis but just you should excuse my Fear, Alcippus is my Husband, and his Safety Ought to become my care.

Phi.  How, Erminia!  Can you so soon yield up my right to him, And not blush whilst you own your Perjury?