Org.  You once believ’d that I had guilty been,
And had the Punishment, but not the Sin;
I suffer’d when ’twas thought I did aspire,
And should by this have rais’d my crimes yet higher.

King.  How did Philander take Erminia’s death?

Gal.  My own surprize and grief was so extream,
I know not what effects it had in him;
But this account of him, I’m forc’d to give,
Since she is dead, I know he cannot live.

King.  I’ll know Philander’s fate e’er I proceed; And if he die, Alcippus too shall bleed.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VIII. The Gallery.

Enter Falatius and Labree.

Fal.  Wert thou never valiant, Labree?

Lab.  Yes, Sir, before I serv’d you, and since too:  I Am provok’d to give you proofs on’t sometimes; For when I am angry I am a very Hector.

Fal.  Ay, the Devil when a body’s angry, but that’s
Not the Valour in mode; Men fight now a-days
Without that, and even embrace whilst they draw
Their Swords on one another.

Lab.  Ay, Sir, those are Men that despise their lives.

Fal.  Why, that’s it, Labree, that I would learn to do, And which I fear, nothing but Poverty will make me do; Jove defend me from that experiment.

    Enter Erminia veil’d with a thin Tiffany.

Lab.  What’s the matter, Sir?  Does the fit take you now?

Fal.  Save us, save us, from the Fiend.

Lab.  A Ghost, a Ghost!  O, O, O!

[They fall shaking on the ground.

Er.  This was a happy mistake,
Now I may pass with safety.
                               [Ex.

Fal.  Look up, Labree, if thou hast any of that Courage thou spakest of but now.

Lab.  I dare not, Sir, experience yours I pray.

Fal.  Alas, alas, I fear we are both rank Cowards.

Lab.  Rise, Sir, ’tis gone.

Fal.  This was worse than the fright Alcander put Me into by much.

[They rise and go out.

SCENE IX.  Philander’s Apartments.

    Enter Philander and Cleontius.

Phi.  I know he’s fled to the Camp, For there he only can secure himself.

Cle.  I do not think it, Sir. 
He’s too brave to justify an Action
Which was the Outrage only of his Passion,
That soon will toil it self into a Calm,
And then will grow considerate again,
And hate the Rashness it provok’d him to.