Alcan.  That was my Fate, not Fault, I knew him not: 
But yet to make up my offence to you,
I offer you my life; for I’m undone,
If any faults of mine should make you sad.

Am.  Here, take your Sword again, my Brother’s well.
                       [She gives him his Sword again.

Fal.  Yes, by Jove, as I am:  you had been finely serv’d, If I had kill’d you now.

Am.  What, sorry for the news? ha, ha, ha.

Alcan.  No, sorry y’are a Woman, a mere Woman.

Am.  Why, did you ever take me for a Man? ha, ha.

Alcan.  Thy Soul, I thought, was all so; but I see
You have your weakness, can dissemble too;
—­I would have sworn that Sorrow in your face
Had been a real one: 
Nay, you can die in jest, you can, false Woman: 
I hate thy Sex for this.

Fal.  By Jove, there is no truth in them, that’s flat.
                                         [She looks sad.

Alcan.  Why that repentant look? what new design? 
Come, now a tear or two to second that,
And I am soft again, a very Ass. 
—­But yet that Look would call a Saint from th’Altar,
And make him quite forget his Ceremony,
Or take thee for his Deity: 
—­But yet thou hast a very Hell within,
Which those bewitching Eyes draw Souls into.

Fal.  Here’s he that fits you, Ladies.

Am.  Nay, now y’are too unjust, and I will leave you.

Alcan.  Ah, do not go, I know not by what Magick,
                                              [Holds her. 
But as you move, my Soul yields that way too.

Fal.  The truth on’t is, she has a strong magnetick Power, that I find.

Alcan.  But I would have none find it but my self, No Soul but mine shall sympathize with hers.

Fal.  Nay, that you cannot help.

Alcan.  Yes, but I can, and take it from thee, if I thought it did so.

Oli.  No quarrels here, I pray.

Fal.  Madam, I owe a Reverence to the Place.

Alcan.  I’ll scarce allow thee that; Madam, I’ll leave you to your Lover.

Am.  I hate thee but for saying so.

Alcan.  Quit him then.

Am.  So I can and thee too. [Offers to go out.

Alcan.  The Devil take me if you escape me so. [Goes after her.

Fal.  And I’ll not be out-done in importunity.

[Goes after.

SCENE III.  Galatea’s Apartments.

    Enter Galatea and Erminia.

Er.  And ’tis an act below my Quality, Which, Madam, will not suffer me to fly.