Alcip.  Now, Sir, you are brave and love Erminia too.

    [The Women run all away crying; they draw out some
    one way, and some another, leaving some their Veils
    behind them, some half off, half on.

Phi.  We are here not safe, these Women will betray us.

Alcip.  Sir, ’tis a work that will soon be dispatcht, And this a place and time most proper for’t.

        [A pass or two.  Fal. peeps in and runs away.

    Enter_ Pisaro, runs between.

Pis.  Hold, Sir, are you grown desperate?  What means your Highness? [To the Prince. Alcippus, what is’t you design in this?

Alcip.  To fight, Pisaro, and be kill’d.

Pis.  By Heaven, you shall not fight, unless with me, And you have so anger’d me with this rash action, I could almost provoke you to it.

    Enter Alcander.

Alcan.  Gods, Sir, that you should thus expose your self, The World’s great Heir, against a desperate Madman!

Pis.  Have you forgot your Apparition, Sir?

Alcip.  Oh, ’twas an idle lying one, Pisaro, And came but to intrap me.

        To them Galatea, Aminta, and Olinda.

Gal.  Ah, Brother, why so cruel to your Sister?

Phi.  Here, Galatea, punish my misfortune,
For yet I want the will to injure thee. 
Heaven knows what provocations I receiv’d
E’er I would draw a Sword on him you lov’d.

Gal.  Unjust Alcippus, how dost thou reward me?

Alcip.  Ah, Madam, I have too much shame to live. 
Had Heaven preserv’d my Innocence intire,
That I with confidence might have ador’d you,
Though I had been successless;
Yet I had liv’d and hop’d, and aim’d to merit you: 
But since all hopes of that are taken from me,
My Life is but too poor a Sacrifice,
To make atonement for my Sins to you.

Gal.  I will not answer thee to what thou hast said,
But only beg thou wilt preserve thy life,
Without which mine will be of little use to me.

Alcip.  Might I without a sin believe this Blessing, Sure I should be immortal.

        Falatio peeps in again.

Fal.  I think I may venture, the fury is past, and the great shot spent, the mad Captain General’s wounded; so, I hope ’twill let out some of his hot blood—­

    Enter the King, Cleontius, and Attendants.

King.  My Love, Alcippus, is despis’d I see,
And you in lieu of that return you owe me,
Endeavour to destroy me. 
—­Is this an Object for your Rage to work on? 
Behold him well, Alcippus, ’tis your Prince. 
—­Who dares gaze on him with irreverend Eyes? 
The good he does you ought to adore him for,
But all his evils ’tis the Gods must punish,
Who made no Laws for Princes.