Pis.  You may, like those afrighted, by degrees
Allay your sense of terror in the Object,
And then its Power will lesson with your Fear,
And ’twill be easy to forgo the Fantasm.

Alcip.  No, then like the damn’d Ghost it follows me.

Pis.  Let Reason then approach it, and examine it.

Alcip.  Love is a surly and a lawless Devil,
And will not answer Reason. 
I must encounter it some other way,
For I will lay the Fiend.

Pis.  What would you have, Alcippus?

Alcip.  I’d have fair play, Pisaro. 
—­I find the cheat, and will not to the Camp;
—­Thou shalt supply my place, and I’ll return: 
The Night grows on, and something will be done
That I must be acquainted with.

Pis.  Pardon me, Sir, if I refuse you here;
I find you’re growing up to Jealousies,
Which I’ll not trust alone with you.

Alcip.  Thou know’st perhaps of something worthy it.

Pis.  I must confess, your Passions give me cause,
If I had any Secrets, to conceal them;
But ’tis no time nor place to make disputes in: 
Will you to Horse?

Alcip.  Will you not think fit I should return then?  I can be calm.

Pis.  What is’t you mean by this return, Alcippus?

Alcip.  To see Erminia, is not that enough To one in love, as I am?

Pis.  But, Sir, suppose you find Philander there?

Alcip.  Then I suppose I shall not much approve on’t.

Pis.  You would be at your last night’s rage again.
Alcippus, this will ruin you for ever,
Nor is it all the Power you think you have
Can save you, if he once be disoblig’d. 
Believe me ‘twas the Princess’ passion for you
Made up that breach last night.

Alcip.  All this I know as well as you, Pisaro,
But will not be abus’d; alas, I’m lost: 
Could I recal these two last days are past,
Ah, I should be my self again, Pisaro. 
I would refuse these Fetters which I wear,
And be a Slave to nothing but to Glory.

Pis.  That were a Resolution worthy of you.  —­But come, ’tis late, what you resolve conclude.

Alcip.  I am resolv’d I will not to the Camp,
A secret inclination does persuade me
To visit my Erminia to night.

Pis.  Comes it from Love or Jealousy?

Alcip.  The first, good faith, Pisaro; thou’rt so fearful—­
You shall to th’Camp before,
And I’ll be with you early in the Morning.

Pis.  Give me your hand, and promise to be calm.

Alcip.  By all our Friendships, as the Western Winds,
                                          [Gives his hand. 
Nothing that’s done shall e’er inrage me more,
Honour’s the Mistress I’ll henceforth adore.
                                          [Exit.