Alcip.  Sir, I confess I’m culpable,
And were it not a sin equal to that,
To doubt you could forgive me,
I durst not hope your mercy after it.

King.  I think with all the Tenderness I’m guilty of, I hardly shall be brought to pardon thee.

Phi.  I humbly beg you will forgive him, Sir,
I drew him to it against his will; I forc’d him,
And gave him language not to be indur’d
By any gallant man.

King.  Whilst you intreat for him, who pleads for you? 
For you are much the guiltier of the two,
And need’st a greater interest to persuade me.

Alcip.  It were not just to contradict my Prince,
A Prince to whom I’ve been so late a Traitor;
But, Sir, ’tis I alone am criminal,
And ’twas I,
Justly I thought provok’d him to this hazard: 
’Tis I was rude, impatient, insolent,
Did like a Madman animate his Anger,
Not like a generous Enemy. 
Sir, when you weigh my Sorrows with this Action,
You’ll find no base Design, no Villany there;
But being weary of a Life I hated,
I strove to put it off, and missing that way,
I come to make an offer of it here.

King.  If I should take it, ’twere no more than just;
Yet once again I will allow it thee,
That thou mayst owe me for’t a second time: 
Manage it better than the last I gave—­
                                   [Ex.  King.

Phi.  Alcippus, may I credit what thou’st said, Or do you feign repentance to deceive me?

Alcip.  I never could dissemble at my best,
And now methinks your Highness should believe me,
When my despairs and little love to life
Make me despise all ways that may preserve it.

Phi.  If thou wouldst have me credit thee, Alcippus,
Thou shouldst not disesteem a Life, which ought
To be preserv’d, to give a proof that what thou say’st
Is true, and dispossess me of those fears I have,
That ’tis my Life makes thine displeasing to thee.

Alcip.  ’Tis a high proof to give you of my Duty, Yet that’s more ease to me than your Unbelief.

Phi.  Let me embrace and thank thee for this goodness.
     [He offers to embrace him, but he is shy, and keeps a little off. 
Why dost receive me coldly?  I’m in earnest;
As I love Honour, and esteem thee generous,
I mean thee nothing but a perfect Friendship;
By all my hopes I’ve no more quarrels to thee,
All ends in this Embrace, and to confirm it
I give thee here my Sister to thy Wife.

Alcip.  Your Pardon, Sir,
I must refuse your bounty, till I know
By what strange turn of Fate I came thus blest. 
To you, my Prince, I’ve done unheard-of injuries,
And though your Mercy do afford me life,
With this rich present too;
Till I could know I might deserve them both,
That Life will prove a Plague, and this great Gift
Turn to the torment of it.