[All the Disguis’d enter again and dance, with Love in the midst, to whom as they dance, they in order make an offer of what they carry, which must be something to represent them by; which Love refuses with Nods, still pointing to Alcippus:  the Dance done, they lay them at his feet, or seem to do so, and go out.

What think’st thou of thy Destiny, Is’t not agreeable to thee?  Tell me, Alcippus, is’t not brave?  Is it not better than a Grave?  Cast off your Tears, abandon Grief, And give what you have seen belief.  Dress all your Looks, and be as gay As Virgins in the Month of May; Deck up that Face where Sorrow grows, And let your Smiles adorn your brows; Recal your wonted Sweetness home, And let your Eyes all Love become:  For what the Gods have willed and said, Thou hast no power to evade.  What they decree none can withstand, You must obey what they command.

[She goes out, he remains immoveable for a while.

    Enter Pisaro.

Pis.  How is it, man?—­what, speechless?

Alcip.  No.

Pis.  I left thee on the Bed, how camest thou here?

Alcip.  I know not.

Pis.  Have you slept?

Alcip.  Yes, ever since you left me;
And ’twas a kindness in thee now to wake me;
For Sleep had almost flatter’d me to Peace,
Which is a vile injustice. 
Hah, Pisaro, I had such a Dream,
Such a fine flattering Dream—­

Pis.  How was it, pray?

Alcip.  Nay, I will forget it;
I do not merit so much peace of mind,
As the relation of that Dream will give me: 
Oh, ’twas so perfect, too,
I hardly can persuade my self I slept! 
Dost thou believe there may be Apparitions?

Pis.  Doubtless, my Lord, there be.

Alcip.  I never could believe it till this hour, By Heavens, I think I saw them too, Pisaro.

Pis.  ’Tis very possible you’re not deceiv’d.

Alcip. Erminia’s Spirit, in a glorious form.

Pis.  I do believe you.

Alcip.  Why, is’t not strange?

Pis.  It would have been, had I not heard already
She has this night appear’d to several Persons,
In several Shapes; the first was to the Prince;
And said so many pretty things for you,
As has persuaded him to pardon you.

Alcip.  Oh Gods, what Fortune’s mine! 
I do believe the Prince is innocent
From all that thou hast said. 
—­But yet I wish he would dispose his Bounties
On those that would return acknowledgments;
I hate he should oblige me.

Pis.  You are too obstinate, and must submit.

Alcip.  It cannot be, and yet methinks I give
A strange and sudden credit to this Spirit,
It beckon’d me into another room;
I’ll follow it, and know its business there. [Aside.