Part 8 out of 12
_Am_. What posture?
_Fal_. In that of fighting, Madam;
You would have call'd to mind that antient story
Of the stout Giants that wag'd War with Heaven;
Just so I fought, and for as glorious prize,
Your excellent Ladiship.
_Am_. For me, was it for me you ran this hazard then?
_Fal_. Madam, I hope you do not question that,
Was it not all the faults you found with me,
The reputation of my want of Courage,
A thousand Furies are not like a Battle;
And but for you,
By _Jove_, I would not fight it o'er again
For all the glory on't; and now do you doubt me?
Madam, your heart is strangely fortified
That can resist th'efforts I have made against it,
And bring to boot such marks of valour too.
_Enter to them_ Alcander, _who seeing them would
turn back, but_ Olinda _stays him_.
_Oli_. Brother, come back.
_Fal_. Advance, advance, what, Man, afraid of me?
_Alcan_. How can she hold discourse with that Fantastick. [_Aside_.
_Fal_. Come forward, and be complaisant. [_Pulls him again_.
_Alcan_. That's most proper for your Wit, _Falatius_.
_Am_. Why so angry?
_Alcan_. Away, thou art deceiv'd.
_Am_. You've lost your sleep, which puts you out of humour.
_Alcan_. He's damn'd will lose a moment on't for you.
_Am_. Who is't that has displeas'd you?
_Alcan_. You have, and took my whole repose away,
And more than that, which you ne'er can restore;
I can do nothing as I did before.
When I would sleep, I cannot do't for you,
My Eyes and Fancy do that form pursue;
And when I sleep, you revel in my Dreams,
And all my Life is nothing but extremes.
When I would tell my love, I seem most rude,
For that informs me how I am subdu'd.
Gods, you're unjust to tyrannize o'er me,
When thousands fitter for't than I go free.
_Fal_. Why, what the Devil has possest _Alcander_?
_Oli_. How like you this, _Aminta_?
_Am_. Better and better, he's a wondrous man.
[_Exeunt_ Am. _and_ Oli.
_Fal_. 'Tis the most unjanty humour that ever I saw;
Ay, ay, he is my Rival,
No marvel an he look'd so big upon me;
He is damnable valiant, and as jealous as
He is valiant; how shall I behave my
Self to him, and these too idle humours of his
I cannot yet determine; the comfort is,
He knows I am a Coward whatever face I set upon it.
Well, I must either resolve never to provoke
His Jealousy, or be able to rencounter his
Other fury, his Valour; that were a good
Resolve if I be not past all hope.
_Enter_ Alcippus _and_ Erminia, _as in a Bed-Chamber_.
_Alcip_. But still methinks, _Erminia_, you are sad,
A heaviness appears in those fair Eyes,
As if your Soul were agitating something
Contrary to the pleasure of this night.
_Er_. You ought in Justice, Sir, t'excuse me here,
Prisoners when first committed are less gay,
Than when they're us'd to Fetters every day,
But yet in time they will more easy grow.
_Alcip_. You strangely bless me in but saying so.
_Er. Alcippus_, I've an humble suit to you.
_Alcip_. All that I have is so intirely thine,
And such a Captive thou hast made my Will,
Thou needst not be at the expence of wishing
For what thou canst desire that I may grant;
Why are thy Eyes declin'd?
_Er_. To satisfy a little modest scruple;
I beg you would permit me, Sir--
_Alcip_. To lie alone to night, is it not so, _Erminia_?
_Er_. It is--
_Alcip_. That's too severe, yet I will grant it thee?
But why, _Erminia_, must I grant it thee?
_Er_. The Princess, Sir, questions my Power, and says,
I cannot gain so much upon your Goodness.
_Alcip_. I could have wish'd some other had oblig'd thee
_Er_. You would not blame her if you knew her reason.
_Alcip_. Indeed I do not much, for I can guess
She takes the party of the Prince her Brother;
And this is only to delay those Joys,
Which she perhaps believes belong to him.
--But that, _Erminia_, you can best resolve;
And 'tis not kindly done to hide a truth,
The Prince so clearly own'd.
_Er_. What did he own?
_Alcip_. He said, _Erminia_, that you were his Wife;
If so, no wonder you refuse my Bed: [_She weeps_.
The Presence of the King hinder'd my knowledge,
Of what I willingly would learn from you;
--Come, ne'er deny a truth that plain appears;
I see Hypocrisy through all your Tears.
_Er_. You need not ask me to repeat again,
A Knowledge which, you say, appears so plain:
The Prince his word methinks should credit get,
Which I'll confirm whene'er you call for it:
My heart before you ask't it, was his prize,
And cannot twice become a Sacrifice.
_Alcip. Erminia_, is this brave or just in you,
To pay his score of Love with what's my due?
What's your design to treat me in this sort?
Are sacred Vows of Marriage made your sport?
Regard me well, _Erminia_, what am I?
_Er_. One, Sir, with whom, I'm bound to live and die,
And one to whom, by rigorous command,
I gave (without my Heart) my unwilling Hand.
_Alcip_. But why, _Erminia_, did you give it so?
_Er_. T'obey a King and cruel Father too.
A Friendship, Sir, I can on you bestow,
But that will hardly into Passion grow;
And 'twill an Act below your Virtue prove,
To force a Heart you know can never love.
_Alcip_. Am I the mask to hide your Blushes in,
I the contented Fool to veil your Sin?
Have you already learnt that trick at Court,
Both how to practise and secure your sport?
Brave Mistress of your Art, is this the way,
My Service and my Passion to repay?
Will nothing but a Prince your pleasure fit,
And could you think that I would wink at it?
Recal that Folly, or by all that's good,
I'll free the Soul that wantons in thy Blood.
[_He in rage takes her by the arm, shews a dagger_.
_Er_. I see your Love your Reason has betray'd,
But I'll forgive the Faults which Love has made:
'Tis true, I love, and do confess it too;
Which if a Crime, I might have hid from you;
But such a Passion 'tis as does despise
Whatever Rage you threaten from your Eyes.
--Yes--you may disapprove this flame in me,
But cannot hinder what the Gods decree;
--Search here this truth; Alas, I cannot fear;
Your Steel shall find a welcome entrance here.
[_He holds her still and gazes on her_.
_Alcip_. Where dost thou think thy ungrateful Soul will go,
Loaded with wrongs to me, should I strike now?
_Er_. To some blest place, where Lovers do reside,
Free from the noise of Jealousy and Pride;
Where we shall know no other Power but Love,
And where even thou wilt soft and gentle prove;
So gentle, that if I should meet thee there,
Thou would'st allow, what thou deny'st me here.
_Alcip_. Thou hast disarm'd my Rage, and in its room
A world of Shame and softer Passions come,
Such as the first efforts of Love inspir'd,
When by thy charming Eyes my Soul was fir'd.
_Er_. I must confess your Fears are seeming just,
But here to free you from the least mistrust,
I swear, whilst I'm your Wife I'll not allow
Birth to a Thought that tends to injuring you.
_Alcip_. Not to believe thee, were a sin above
The Injuries I have done thee by my Love.
--Ah, my _Erminia_, might I hope at last
To share the pity of that lovely Breast,
By slow degrees I might approach that Throne,
Where now the blest _Philander_ reigns alone:
Perhaps in time my Passion might redeem
That now too faithful Heart y'ave given to him;
Do but forbear to hear his amorous Tales,
Nor from his moving Eyes learn what he ails:
A Fire that's kindled cannot long survive,
If one add nought to keep the flame alive.
_Er_. I will not promise; what I mean to do
My Virtue only shall oblige me to.
_Alcip_. But, Madam, what d'you mean by this reserve?
To what intent does all this Coldness serve?
Is there no pity to my Sufferings due?
And will you still my Languishments renew?
Come, come, recal what you have rashly said;
And own to morrow that thou art no Maid:
Thy Blushes do betray thy willingness,
And in thy lovely Eyes I read success.
_Er_. A double tie obliges me to be
Strict to my Vows, my Love and Amity;
For my own sake the first I'll ne'er decline,
And I would gladly keep the last for thine.
_Alcip_. Madam, you strangely do improve my pain,
To give me hopes you must recal again.
_Er. Alcippus_, you this language will forbear,
When you shall know how powerful you are;
For whilst you here endeavour to subdue,
The best of Women languishes for you.
_Alcip. Erminia_, do not mock my misery,
For though you cannot love, yet pity me;
That you allow my Passion no return,
Is weight enough, you need not add your Scorn,
In this your Cruelty is too severe.
_Er. Alcippus_, you mistake me every where.
_Alcip_. To whom, _Erminia_, do I owe this Fate?
_Er_. To morrow all her story I'll relate.
Till then the promise I the Princess made,
I beg you would permit might be obey'd.
_Alcip_. You, Madam, with so many charms assail,
You need not question but you shall prevail;
Thy power's not lessen'd in thy being mine,
But much augmented in my being thine,
The glory of my chains may raise me more,
But I am still that Slave I was before.
SCENE IV. Philander's _Bed-chamber_.
_Enter_ Philander _and_ Alcander. [_The Prince half undrest_.
_Phi_. What's a Clock, _Alcander_?
_Alcan_. 'Tis midnight, Sir, will you not go to bed?
_Phi_. To bed, Friend; what to do?
_Alcan_. To sleep, Sir, as you were wont to do.
_Phi_. Sleep, and _Erminia_ have abandon'd me;
I'll never sleep again.
_Alcan_. This is an humour, Sir, you must forsake.
_Phi_. Never, never, oh _Alcander_.
Dost know where my _Erminia_ lies to night?
_Alcan_. I guess, Sir.
_Phi_. Where? Nay, prithee speak,
Indeed I shall not be offended at it.
_Alcan_. I know not why you should, Sir;
She's where she ought, abed with young _Alcippus_.
_Phi_. Thou speak'st thy real Thoughts.
_Alcan_. Why should your Highness doubt it?
_Phi_. By Heaven, there is no faith in Woman-kind;
_Alcander_, dost thou know an honest Woman?
_Alcan_. Many, Sir.
_Phi_. I do not think it, 'tis impossible;
_Erminia_, if it could have been, were she,
But she has broke her Vows, which I held sacred,
And plays the wanton in another's arms.
_Alcan_. Sir, do you think it just to wrong her so?
_Phi_. Oh, would thou couldst persuade me that I did so.
Thou know'st the Oaths and Vows she made to me,
Never to marry other than my self,
And you, _Alcander_, wrought me to believe them.
But now her Vows to marry none but me,
Are given to _Alcippus_, and in his bosom breath'd,
With balmy whispers, whilst the ravisht Youth
For every syllable returns a kiss,
And in the height of all his extasy,
_Philander's_ dispossess'd and quite forgotten.
Ah, charming Maid, is this your Love to me?
Yet now thou art no Maid, nor lov'st not me,
And I the fool to let thee know my weakness.
_Alcan_. Why do you thus proceed to vex your self?
To question what you list, and answer what you please?
Sir, this is not the way to be at ease.
_Phi_. Ah, dear _Alcander_, what would'st have me do?
_Alcan_. Do that which may preserve you;
Do that which every Man in love would do;
Make it your business to possess the object.
_Phi_. What meanest thou, is she not married?--
_Alcan_. What then? she'as all about her that she had,
Of Youth and Beauty she is Mistress still,
And may dispose it how and where she will.
_Phi_. Pray Heaven I do not think too well of thee:
What means all this discourse, art thou honest?
_Alcan_. As most Men of my Age.
_Phi_. And wouldst thou counsel me to such a Sin?
For--I do understand--thee.
_Alcan_. I know not what you term so.
_Phi_. I never thought thou'dst been so great a Villain,
To urge me to a crime would damn us all;
Why dost thou smile, hast thou done well in this?
_Alcan_. I thought so, or I'ad kept it to my self.
Sir, e'er you grow in rage at what I've said,
Do you think I love you, or believe my life
Were to be valued more than your repose?
You seem to think it is not.
_Phi_. Possibly I may.
_Alcan_. The sin of what I have propos'd to you
You only seem to hate: Sir, is it so?
--If such religious thoughts about you dwell,
Why is it that you thus perplex your self?
Self-murder sure is much the greater sin.
_Erminia_ too you say has broke her Vows,
She that will swear and lye, will do the rest.
And of these evils, this I think the least;
And as for me, I never thought it sin.
_Phi_. And canst thou have so poor a thought of her?
_Alcan_. I hope you'll find her, Sir, as willing to't
As I am to suppose it; nay, believe't,
She'll look upon't as want of Love and Courage
Should you not now attempt it;
You know, Sir, there's no other remedy,
Take no denial, but the Game pursue,
For what she will refuse, she wishes you.
_Phi_. With such pretensions--she may angry grow.
_Alcan_. I never heard of any that were so,
For though the will to do't, and power they want,
They love to hear of what they cannot grant.
_Phi_. No more,
Is this your duty to your Prince, _Alcander_?
You were not wont to counsel thus amiss,
'Tis either Disrespect or some Design;
I could be wondrous angry with thee now,
But that my Grief has such possession here,
'Twill make no room for Rage.
_Alcan_. I cannot, Sir, repent of what I've said,
Since all the errors which I have committed
Are what my passion to your interest led me to,
But yet I beg your Highness would recal
That sense which would persuade you 'tis unjust.
_Phi_. Name it no more, and I'll forgive it thee.
_Alcan_. I can obey you, Sir.
_Phi_. What shall we do to night, I cannot sleep.
_Alcan_. I'm good at watching, and doing any thing.
_Phi_. We'll serenade the Ladies and the Bride.
--The first we may disturb, but she I fear
Keeps watch with me to night, though not like me.
_Enter a_ Page _of the_ Prince's.
_Phi_. How now, Boy,
Is the Musick ready which I spoke for?
_Page_. They wait your Highness's command.
_Phi_. Bid them prepare, I'm coming. [_Ex. Page_.
Soft touches may allay the Discords here,
And sweeten, though not lessen my Despair.
SCENE V. _The Court Gallery_.
_Enter_ Pisaro _alone_.
_Pis_. Ha! who's that? a Lover, on my life,
This amorous malady reigns every where;
Nor can my Sister be an ignorant
Of what I saw this night in _Galatea_:
I'll question her--Sister, _Aminta_, Sister.
[_Calls as at her Lodgings_.
_Lys_. Who calls my Lady?
_Pis_. Where's my Sister?
_Lys_. I cry your Lordship's mercy;
My Lady lies not in her Lodgings to night;
The Princess sent for her,
Her Highness is not well.
[_She goes in_.
_Pis_. I do believe it, good night, _Lysette_.
_Enter a_ Page.
_Page_. Your Lordship's Page.
_Pis_. Where hast thou been? I wanted thee but now.
_Page_. I fell asleep i'th' Lobby, Sir, and had not waken'd
Yet, but for the Musick which plays at the Lodgings
Of my Lady _Erminia_.
_Pis_. Curse on them; will they not allow him nights to himself;
This night I'm wiser grown by observation,
My Love and Friendship taught me jealousy,
Which like a cunning Spy brought in intelligence
From every eye less wary than its own;
They told me that the charming _Galatea_,
In whom all power remains,
Is yet too feeble to encounter Love;
I find she has receiv'd the wanton God,
Maugre my fond opinion of her Soul.
And 'tis my Friend too that's become my Rival.
I saw her lovely Eyes still turn on him,
As Flowers to th'Sun: and when he turn'd away
Like those she bow'd her charming head again.
--On th'other side the Prince with dying looks
Each motion watch'd of fair _Erminia's_ eyes,
Which she return'd as greedily again,
And if one glance t' _Alcippus_ she directed,
He'd stare as if he meant to cut his throat for't.
_Well, Friend, thou hast a sure defence of me,
My Love is yet below my Amity_.
SCENE VI. _Draws off, discovers_ Philander_ and_ Alcander _with Musick
at the Chamber-door of_ Erminia; _to them_ Pisaro, _who listens whilst
the Song is sung_.
The Song for the _Page_ to sing at _Erminia's_ Chamber-door.
Amintas _that true-hearted Swain
Upon a River's bank was laid,
Where to the pitying streams he did complain
Of_ Sylvia _that false charming Maid,
But she was still regardless of his pain:
Oh faithless_ Sylvia! _would he cry,
And what he said the Echoes would reply_.
Be kind or else I die, _E_. I die.
Be kind or else I die, _E_. I die.
_A shower of tears his eyes let fall,
Which in the River made impress,
Then sigh'd, and_ Sylvia _false again would call,
A cruel faithless Shepherdess.
Is Love with you become a criminal?
Ah lay aside this needless scorn,
Allow your poor Adorer some return_,
Consider how I burn, _E_. I burn.
_Those Smiles and Kisses which you give.
Remember_, Sylvia, _are my due;
And all the Joys my Rival does receive
He ravishes from me, not you.
Ah_ Sylvia, _can I live and this believe?
Insensibles are touched to see
My languishments, and seem to pity me_.
Which I demand of thee, _E_. of thee,
Which I demand, &c.
_Pis_. What's all this?
_Phi_. Who's there?
_Pis_. A Man, a Friend to the General.
_Phi_. Then thou'rt an Enemy to all good Men.
Does the ungrateful Wretch hide his own head,
And send his Spies abroad?
_Pis_. He is too great to fear, and needs them not:
And him thou termest so, scorns the Office too.
_Phi_. What makest thou here then, when the whole World's asleep?
Be gone, there lies thy way, where'er thy business be.
_Pis_. It lies as free for thee, and here's my business.
_Phi_. Thou lyest, rude man.
_Pis_. Why, what art thou darest tell me so i'th' dark?
Day had betray'd thy blushes for this Boldness.
_Phi_. Tell me who 'tis that dares capitulate?
_Pis_. One that dares make it good.
_Phi_. Draw then, and keep thy word.
_Alcan_. Stand by, and let me do that duty, Sir.
[_He steps between them, they fight_, Pisaro _falls_.
--Here's thy reward, whoe'er thou art.
_Phi_. Hast thou no hurt?
_Alcan_. I think not much, yet somewhere 'tis I bleed.
_Pis_. What a dull beast am I!
[_Exeunt_ Prince _and_ Alcan.
_Page_. My Lord, is't you are fallen?
Help, Murder! Murder!
_Pis_. Hold, bawling Dog.
_Enter_ Alcippus _in a Night-gown, with a Sword
in his hand, a_ Page _with Lights_.
_Alcip_. 'Twas hereabouts--who's this, _Pisaro_ wounded?
[_He looks up_.
How cam'st thou thus? Come up into my Arms.
_Pis_. 'Twas Jealousy, _Alcippus_, that wild Monster,
Who never leaves us till he has thus betray'd us.
--Pox on't, I am asham'd to look upon thee.
I have disturb'd you to no purpose, Sir.
I am not wounded, go to bed again.
_Alcan_. I'll see thee to thy Lodgings first, _Pisaro_.
_Pis_. 'Twill be unkind both to your self and me.
SCENE VII. The Court Gallery.
_Enter_ Philander _and_ Alcander _with a Light_.
_Alcan_. He's gone, whoe'er he be.
_Phi_. It could not be _Alcippus_.
_Alcan_. I rather fear _Pisaro_,
--But we soon enough shall know: Who's this?
_Enter_ Erminia _in her Night-gown, and_ lsillia _with Lights_.
_Er_. Methought I heard _Alcippus_ and the Prince
Before the cry of Murder.
I die if those two Rivals have encounter'd.
_Phi_. Ah, Madam, cease that fear, they both are safe
From all but from the Wounds which you have given them.
_Er_. Oh Gods, what make you here! and where's _Alcippus_?
_Phi_. Where I had been had Heaven been bountiful.
_Er_. Alas, Sir, what do you mean? what have you done?
And where have you bestow'd him?
_Phi_. Why all this high concern, _Erminia_?
Has he so reconcil'd you to him since I saw you last?
This is not kind to me.
_Er_. Oh, tell me not of kindness, where's _Alcippus_?
_Alcan_. Madam, of whom do you demand _Alcippus_?
Neither of us have seen him.
_Phi_. Go, you are a Woman, a vain peevish Creature.
_Er_. Sir, 'tis but just you should excuse my Fear,
_Alcippus_ is my Husband, and his Safety
Ought to become my care.
_Phi_. How, _Erminia_!
Can you so soon yield up my right to him,
And not blush whilst you own your Perjury?
_Er_. Now, Sir, you are much to blame;
I could have borne the rest, but this concerns me:
I fear I have but too well kept my Vows with you,
Since you are grown but to suspect I have not.
_Phi_. Pardon me, Dear, the errors of my Passion;
It was a Sin so natural,
That even thy unkindly taking it
Approach'd too near it, not to gain my Pardon;
But tell me why you askt me for _Alcippus_?
_Er_. Sir, e'er I could dispose my Eyes to sleep,
I heard the Musick at my Chamber-door,
And such a Song as could be none but yours;
But that was finish'd in a noise less pleasant,
In that of Swords and Quarrel;
And amongst which,
I thought I heard yours and _Alcippus'_ Voice:
(For I have kept my word, and lay not with him)
This brought me hither; but if I mistook,
Once more I beg your pardon.
_Phi_. Thou hast restor'd me to a world of Joys,
By what thou now hast said.
_Enter_ Alcippus, _his Sword in his Hand, a_
Page _with Light, he stands a while_.
_Alcip. Erminia_! and the Prince! embracing too!
I dream, and know she could not be thus base,
Thus false and loose--
But here I am inform'd it is no Vision;
--This was design'd before, I find it now.
[_Lays his hand on his heart_.
_Er. Alcippus_, oh my fears!
[_Goes to them, takes her by the hand_.
_Alcip_. Yes, Madam,
Too soon arriv'd for his and your repose.
_Phi. Alcippus_, touch her not.
_Alcip_. Not touch her! by Heaven, I will,
And who shall hinder me?
Who is't dares say I shall not touch my Wife?
_Phi_. Villain, thou ly'st.
_Alcip_. That y'are my Prince shall not defend you here.
Draw, Sir, for I have laid respect aside.
[_Strikes, they fight a little_, Alcippus _is
wounded_, Alcander _supports him_.
_Er_. Oh Gods, what mean you? hold, _Philander_, hold.
_Phi_. Life of my Soul, retire,
I cannot hear that Voice and disobey;
And you must needs esteem him at low rates,
Who sells thee and his Honour for a Tear.
_Er_. Upon my knees I beg to be obey'd, [_She kneels_.
--But if I must not, here discharge your Anger.
_Phi_. You are too great a Tyrant where you may.
[_Exeunt_ Erminia _and_ Alcippus.
_Phi_. Stay, shall I let her go? shall her Commands,
Though they have power to take my Life away,
Have force to suffer me to injure her?
Shall she be made a prey, and I permit it,
Who only have the interest to forbid it?
--No, let me be accurst then.
[_Offers to follow_.
_Alcan_. What mean you, Sir?
_Phi_. Force the bold Ravisher to resign my Right.
_Alcander_, is not she my Wife, and I his Prince?
_Alcan_. 'Tis true, Sir:
And y'ave both power and justice on your side;
And there are times to exercise 'em both.
_Phi_. Fitter than this, _Alcander_?
_Alcan_. This night _Erminia's_ Promise may repose you;
To morrow is your own--
Till then I beg you'd think your interest safe.
_Phi. Alcander_, thou hast peace about thee, and canst judge
Better than I, 'twixt what is just and fit.
[_Puts up his Sword_.
I hitherto believ'd my Flame was guided
By perfect Reason: so we often find
Vessels conducted by a peaceful Wind,
And meet no opposition in their way,
Cut a safe passage through the flattering Sea:
But when a Storm the bounding Vessel throws,
It does each way with equal rage oppose;
For when the Seas are mad, could that be calm
Like me, it wou'd be ruin'd in the Storm.
SCENE I. _The apartments of_ Alcippus.
_Enter_ Alcippus _and_ Pisaro.
_Pis_. 'Tis much, my Lord, you'll not be satisfy'd.
_Alcip_. Friendship's too near a-kin to Love, _Pisaro_,
To leave me any Peace, whilst in your Eyes
I read Reserves, which 'tis not kind to hide;
--Come, prithee tell me what the quarrel was,
And who 'twas with; thou shalt, my dear _Pisaro_.
_Pis_. Nay, now you urge me to impossibility:
Good faith, I cannot tell, but guess the Prince.
_Alcip_. 'Tis true, _Pisaro_, 'twas indeed the Prince.
But what was th'occasion?
_Pis_. He call'd me Spy, and I return'd th'affront,
But took no notice that he was my Prince:
It was a Folly I repented of;
But 'twas in a damn'd melancholy Mood.
_Alcip_. Was it a going in or coming out?
_Pis_. From whence?
_Alcip. Erminia's_ Chamber; prithee let me know,
For I have fears that take away my sleep,
Fears that will make me mad, stark mad, _Pisaro_.
_Pis_. You do not well to fear without a cause.
_Alcip_. O Friend, I saw what thou canst ne'er conceive;
Last night I saw it when I came from thee:
And if thou go'st about t'impose upon me,
I'll cast thee from my Soul. Come out with it,
I see thy breast heave with a generous ardour,
As if it scorn'd to harbour a reserve,
Which stood not with its Amity to me.
Could I but know my Fate, I could despise it:
But when 'tis clad in Robes of Innocence,
The Devil cannot 'scape it: Something
Was done last night that gnaws my heart-strings;
And many things the Princess too let fall,
Which, Gods! I know not how to put together.
And prithee be not thou a Ridler too:
But if thou knew'st of ought that may concern me,
Make me as wise as thou art.
_Pis_. Sir, you are of so strange a jealous Humour,
And I so strangely jealous of your Honour,
That 'twixt us both we may make work enough;
But on my Soul I know no wrong you have.
_Alcip_. I must believe thee, yet methinks thy Face
Has put on an unwonted gravity.
_Pis_. That, _Alcippus_, you'll not wonder at,
When you shall know you are my Rival.
_Alcip_. Nay, why shouldst thou delay me thus with stories?
This shall not put me off.
_Pis_. Sir, I'm in earnest, you have gain'd that Heart,
For which I have receiv'd so many wounds;
Venturing for Trophies where none durst appear,
To gain at my Return one single smile,
Or that she would submit to hear my story:
And when sh'has said, 'twas bravely done, _Pisaro_,
I thought the Glory recompens'd the Toil;
And sacrificed my Laurels at her feet,
Like those who pay their first-fruits to the Gods,
To beg a blessing on the following Crop:
And never made her other signs of Love,
Nor knew I that I had that easy flame,
Till by her Eyes I found that she was mortal,
And could love too, and that my Friend is you.
_Alcip_. Thou hast amaz'd me, prithee speak more clearly.
_Pis_. My Lord, the Princess has a passion for you,
Have I not reason now to be your Enemy?
_Alcip_. Not till I make returns:
But now I'm past redemption miserable.
'Twas she _Erminia_ told me dy'd for me;
And I believ'd it but a slight of hers,
To put me from my Courtship.
_Pis_. No, 'twas a fatal Truth:
_Alcippus_, hadst thou seen her, whilst the Priest
Was giving thee to fair _Erminia_,
What languishment appear'd upon her Eyes,
Which never were remov'd from thy lov'd Face,
Through which her melting Soul in drops distill'd,
As if she meant to wash away thy Sin,
In giving up that Right belong'd to her,
Thou hadst without my aid found out this truth:
A sweet composure dwelt upon her looks,
Like Infants who are smiling whilst they die;
Nor knew she that she wept, so unconcern'd
And freely did her Soul a passage find;
Whilst I transported had almost forgot
The Reverence due t'her sacred self and Place,
And every moment ready was to kneel,
And with my lips gather the precious drops,
And rob the Holy Temple of a Relick,
Fit only there t'inhabit.
_Alcip_. I never thought thou'dst had this Softness in thee.
How cam'st thou, Friend, to hide all this from me?
_Pis_. My Lord, I knew not that I was a Lover;
I felt no flame, but a religious Ardour,
That did inspire my Soul with adoration;
And so remote I was from ought but such,
I knew not Hope, nor what it was to wish
For other blessings than to gaze upon her:
Like Heaven I thought she was to be possess'd,
Where carnal Thoughts can no admittance find;
And had I not perceiv'd her Love to you,
I had not known the nature of my flame:
But then I found it out by Jealousy,
And what I took for a Seraphick motion,
I now decline as criminal and earthly.
_Alcip_. When she can love to a discovery,
It shows her Passion eminent and high;
--But I am married--to a Maid that hates me:
What help for that, _Pisaro_?
And thou hast something too to say of her,
What was't? for now thou hast undone me quite.
_Pis_. I have nought to say to her dishonour, Sir,
But something may be done may give you cause
To stand upon your Guard;
And if your Rage do not the mastery get,
I cannot doubt but what you'll be happy yet.
_Alcip_. Without _Erminia_ that can hardly be,
And yet I find a certain shame within
That will not suffer me to see the Princess;
I have a kind of War within my Soul,
My Love against my Glory and my Honour;
And I could wish,--alas, I know not what:
Prithee instruct me.
_Pis_. Sir, take a resolution to be calm,
And not like Men in love abandon Reason.
--You may observe the actions of these Lovers,
But be not passionate whate'er you find;
That headstrong Devil will undo us all;
If you'll be happy, quit its company.
_Alcip_. I fain would take thy counsel-- [_Pauses_.
_Pis_. Come, clear up, my Lord, and do not hang the head
Like Flowers in storms; the Sun will shine again.
Set _Galatea's_ Charms before your Eyes,
Think of the Glory to divide a Kingdom;
And do not waste your noble Youth and Time
Upon a peevish Heart you cannot gain.
This day you must to th'Camp, and in your absence
I'll take upon me what I scorn'd last night,
The Office of a Spy--
Believe me, Sir, for by the Gods I swear,
I never wish'd the glory of a Conquest
With half that zeal as to compose these differences.
_Alcip_. I do believe thee, and will tell thee something
That past between the Prince and I last night;
And then thou wilt conclude me truly miserable.
SCENE II. _The Palace_.
_Enter_ Falatius, Labree, _as passing by they meet_ Cleontius.
_Cle_. Your Servant, my Lord.
--So coldly, stay--your reason, Sir.
[Fal. _puts off his Hat a little, and passes on_.
_Fal_. How mean you, Sir?
_Cle_. Do you not know me?
_Fal_. Yes, I have seen you, and think you are _Cleontius_,
A Servant of the Prince's; wert i'th' Campania too,
If I mistake not.
_Cle_. Can you recal me by no better instances?
_Fal_. What need of any, pray?
_Cle_. I am a Gentleman.
_Fal_. Ha, _Labree_, what means he now?
By _Jove_, I do not question it, _Cleontius_:
What need this odd Punctilio?
I call thee to no account.
_Cle_. That's more than I can say to you, Sir.
_Fal_. I'll excuse you for that.
_Cle_. But shall not need, Sir; stay, I have a Sister.
_Fal_. Oh, the Devil, now he begins.
_Cle_. A handsome Sister too, or you deceiv'd her.
_Lab_. Bear up, Sir, be not huft. [_Aside_.
_Fal_. It may be so, but is she kind, _Cleontius_?
[Fal. _bears up_.
_Cle_. What mean you by that word?
_Lab_. Again, Sir, here's two to one. [_Aside_.
_Fal_. Will she do reason, or so? you understand me.
_Cle_. I understand that thou'rt an impudent fellow,
Whom I must cudgel into better manners.
_Fal_. Pox on't, who bears up now, _Labree_?
_Cle_. Beat thee till thou confess thou art an Ass,
And on thy knees confess it to _Isillia_,
Who after that shall scorn thee.
_Lab_. Railly with him, Sir, 'tis your only way, and put it
Off with a jest; for he's in fury, but dares not
Strike i'th' Court.
_Fal_. But must you needs do this, needs fight, _Cleontius_?
_Cle_. Yes, by all means, I find my self inclin'd to't.
_Fal_. You shall have your desire, Sir, farewel.
_Cle_. When, and where?
_Fal_. Faith, very suddenly, for I think it will not be
Hard to find men of your trade,
Men that will fight as long as you can do,
And Men that love it much better than I,
Men that are poor and damn'd, fine desperate Rogues,
Rascals that for a Pattacoon a Man
Will fight their Fathers,
And kiss their Mothers into peace again:
Such, Sir, I think will fit you.
_Cle_. Abusive Coward, hast thou no sense of honour?
_Fal_. Sense of honour! ha, ha, ha, poor _Cleontius_.
_Enter_ Aminta _and_ Olinda.
_Am_. How now, Servant, why so jovial?
_Fal_. I was laughing, Madam--at--
_Cle_. At what, thou thing of nothing--
_Am_. Cousin _Cleontius_, you are angry.
_Cle_. Madam, it is unjustly then, for Fools
Should rather move the Spleen to Mirth than Anger.
_Am_. You've too much wit to take ought ill from him:
Let's know your quarrel.
_Fal_. By _Jove, Labree_, I am undone again.
_Cle_. Madam, it was about--
_Fal_. Hold, dear _Cleontius_, hold, and I'll do any thing. [_Aside_.
_Cle_. Just nothing--
_Fal_. He was a little too familiar with me.
_Cle_. Madam, my Sister _Isillia_--
_Fal_. A curse, he will out with it--
[_Aside, pulls him by the Arm_.
_Cle_. Confess she is your Mistress. [_Aside_.
_Fal_. I call my Mistress, Madam.
_Am_. My Cousin _Isillia_ your Mistress!
Upon my word, you are a happy Man.
_Fal_. By _Jove_, if she be your Cousin, Madam,
I love her much the better for't.
_Am_. I am beholding to you,
But then it seems I have lost a Lover of you.
_Cle_. Confess she has, or I'll so handle you.
_Fal_. That's too much, _Cleontius_--but I will,
By _Jove_, Madam, I must not have a Mistress that
Has more Wit than my self, they ever require
More than a Man's able to give them.
_Oli_. Is this your way of Courtship to _Isillia_?
_Fal_. By _Jove_, Ladies, you get no more of that from me,
'Tis that has spoiled you all; I find _Alcander_ can
Do more with a dumb show, than I with all my
Applications and Address.
_Oli_. Why, my Brother can speak.
_Fal_. Yes, if any body durst hear him; by _Jove_, if you
Be not kind to him, he'll hector you all; I'll get
The way on't too, 'tis the most prosperous one; I see no
Other reason you have to love _Alcander_
Better than I.
_Am_. Why should you think I do?
_Fal_. Devil, I see't well enough by your continual
Quarrels with him.
_Am_. Is that so certain a proof?
_Fal_. Ever while you live, you treat me too
Well ever to hope.
_Enter_ Alcander, _kneels, offers his Sword to_ Aminta.
--What new Masquerade's this? by _Jove, Alcander_
Has more tricks than a dancing Bear.
_Am_. What mean you by this present?
_Alcan_. Kill me.
_Am_. What have you done to merit it?
_Alcan_. Do not ask, but do't.
_Am_. I'll have a reason first.
_Alcan_. I think I've kill'd _Pisaro_.
_Am_. My Brother dead!
[_She falls into the arms of_ Oli.
_Fal_. Madam, look up, 'tis I that call.
_Am_. I care not who thou beest, but if a Man,
Revenge me on _Alcander_.
[_She goes out with_ Oli.
_Fal_. By _Jove_, she has mistook her Man,
This 'tis to be a Lover now:
A Man's never out of one broil or other;
But I have more Wit than _Aminta_ this bout. [_Offers to go_.
_Alcan_. Come back and do your duty e'er you go. [_Pulls him_.
_Fal_. I owe you much, _Alcander_.
_Alcan. Amimta_ said you should revenge her on me.
_Fal_. Her Word's not Law I hope.
_Alcan_. And I'll obey--
_Fal_. That may do much indeed.
[Fal. _answers with great signs of fear_.
_Alcan_. This, if thou wert a Man, she bad thee do,
Why dost thou shake?
_Fal_. No, no, Sir, I am not the man she meant.
_Alcan_. No matter, thou wilt serve as well.
A Lover! and canst disobey thy Mistress?
_Fal_. I do disown her, since she is so wicked
To bid me kill my Friend.
Why, thou'rt my Friend, _Alcander_.
_Alcan_. I'll forgive thee that.
_Fal_. So will not his Majesty: I may be hang'd for't.
_Alcan_. Thou should'st be damn'd e'er disobey thy Mistress.
_Fal_. These be degrees of Love I am not yet arriv'd at;
When I am, I shall be as ready to be damn'd
In honour as any Lover of you all.
_Alcan_. Ounds, Sir, d'ye railly with me?
_Fal_. Your pardon, sweet _Alcander_, I protest I am
Not in so gay an humour.
_Alcan_. Farewell, I had forgot my self.
_Fal_. Stark mad, by _Jove_--yet it may be not, for _Alcander_ has
many unaccountable humours.
Well, if this be agreeable to _Aminta_, she's e'en as mad
As he, and 'twere great pity to part them.
_Enter_ Pisaro, Aminta, _and_ Olinda.
_Am_. Well, have you kill'd him?
_Fal_. Some wiser than some, Madam.
--My Lord--what, alive?--
[_Sees_ Pisaro, _runs to him, and embraces him_.
_Pis_. Worth two dead men, you see.
_Fal_. That's more than I could have said within
This half hour. _Alcander's_ very _Orlando_, by _Jove_, and gone
To seek out one that's madder yet than himself
That will kill him.
_Am_. Oh, dear _Falatius_, run and fetch him back.
_Fal_. Madam, I have so lately 'scap'd a scouring,
That I wish you would take it for a mark
Of my Passion to disobey you;
For he is in a damn'd humour.
_Am_. He's out of it by this, I warrant you;
But do not tell him that _Pisaro_ lives.
_Fal_. That's as I shall find occasion.
_Pis. Alcander_ is a worthy Youth and brave,
I wish you would esteem him so;
'Tis true, there's now some difference between us,
Our Interests are dispos'd to several ways,
But Time and Management will join us all:
I'll leave you; but prithee make it thy business
To get my Pardon for last night's rudeness.
_Am_. I shall not fail.
_Re-enter_ Falatius, _with_ Alcander _melancholy_.
_Fal_. Here, Madam, here he is.
_Am_. Tell me, _Alcander_, why you treat me thus?
You say you love me, if I could believe you.
_Alcan_. Believe a Man! away, you have no wit,
I'll say as much to every pretty Woman.
_Am_. But I have given you no cause to wrong me.
_Alcan_. That was my Fate, not Fault, I knew him not:
But yet to make up my offence to you,
I offer you my life; for I'm undone,
If any faults of mine should make you sad.
_Am_. Here, take your Sword again, my Brother's well.
[_She gives him his Sword again_.
_Fal_. Yes, by _Jove_, as I am: you had been finely serv'd,
If I had kill'd you now.
_Am_. What, sorry for the news? ha, ha, ha.
_Alcan_. No, sorry y'are a Woman, a mere Woman.
_Am_. Why, did you ever take me for a Man? ha, ha.
_Alcan_. Thy Soul, I thought, was all so; but I see
You have your weakness, can dissemble too;
--I would have sworn that Sorrow in your face
Had been a real one:
Nay, you can die in jest, you can, false Woman:
I hate thy Sex for this.
_Fal_. By Jove, there is no truth in them, that's flat.
[_She looks sad_.
_Alcan_. Why that repentant look? what new design?
Come, now a tear or two to second that,
And I am soft again, a very Ass.
--But yet that Look would call a Saint from th'Altar,
And make him quite forget his Ceremony,
Or take thee for his Deity:
--But yet thou hast a very Hell within,
Which those bewitching Eyes draw Souls into.
_Fal_. Here's he that fits you, Ladies.
_Am_. Nay, now y'are too unjust, and I will leave you.
_Alcan_. Ah, do not go, I know not by what Magick,
But as you move, my Soul yields that way too.
_Fal_. The truth on't is, she has a strong magnetick Power, that I find.
_Alcan_. But I would have none find it but my self,
No Soul but mine shall sympathize with hers.
_Fal_. Nay, that you cannot help.
_Alcan_. Yes, but I can, and take it from thee, if I thought it did so.
_Oli_. No quarrels here, I pray.
_Fal_. Madam, I owe a Reverence to the Place.
_Alcan_. I'll scarce allow thee that;
Madam, I'll leave you to your Lover.
_Am_. I hate thee but for saying so.
_Alcan_. Quit him then.
_Am_. So I can and thee too. [_Offers to go out_.
_Alcan_. The Devil take me if you escape me so. [_Goes after her_.
_Fal_. And I'll not be out-done in importunity.
SCENE III. Galatea's _Apartments_.
_Enter_ Galatea _and_ Erminia.
_Er_. And 'tis an act below my Quality,
Which, Madam, will not suffer me to fly.
_Gal. Erminia_, e'er you boast of what you are,
Since you're so high I'll tell you what you were:
Your Father was our General 'tis true,
That Title justly to his Sword was due;
'Twas nobly gain'd, and worth his Blood and Toils,
Had he been satisfied with noble Spoils:
But with that single honour not content,
He needs must undermine the Government;
And 'cause h'ad gain'd the Army to his side,
Believ'd his Treason must be justify'd.
For this (and justly) he was banished;
Where whilst a low and unknown life he led,
Far from the hope and glory of a Throne,
In a poor humble Cottage you were born;
Your early Beauty did it self display,
Nor could no more conceal it self than Day:
Your Eyes did first _Philander's_ Soul inspire,
And Fortune too conform'd her to his fire.
That made your Father greater than before,
And what he justly lost that did restore.
'Twas that which first thy Beauty did disclose,
Which else had wither'd like an unseen Rose;
'Twas that which brought thee to the Court, and there
Dispos'd thee next my self, i'th' highest Sphere:
Alas, obscurely else thou'dst liv'd and died,
Not knowing thy own Charms, nor yet this Pride.
_Er_. Madam, in this your Bounty is severe,
Be pleas'd to spare that repetition here.
I hope no Action of my Life should be
So rude to charge your Generosity:
But, Madam, do you think it just to pay
Your great Obligements by so false a way?
_Alcippus'_ Passion merits some return,
And should that prove but an ingrateful scorn?
Alas, I am his Wife; to disobey,
My Fame as well as Duty I betray.
_Gal_. Perfidious Maid, I might have thought thou'dst prove
False to thy Prince, and Rival in my Love.
I thought too justly he that conquer'd me
Had a sufficient power to captive thee;
Thou'st now reveng'd thy Father's shame and thine,
In taking thus _Philander's_ Life and mine.
_Er_. Ah, Madam, that you would believe my tears,
Or from my Vows but satisfy your Fears.
By all the Gods, _Alcippus_ I do hate,
And would do any thing to change my fate;
Ought that were just and noble I dare do.
_Gal_. Enough, _Erminia_, I must credit you,
And will no other proof of it require,
But that you'll now submit to my desire;
Indeed, _Erminia_, you must grant my suit,
Where Love and Honour calls, make no dispute.
Pity a Youth that never lov'd before,
Remember 'tis a Prince that does adore;
Who offers up a Heart that never found
It could receive, till from your Eyes, a wound.
_Er_. To your command should I submit to yield,
Where could I from _Alcippus_ be conceal'd?
What could defend me from his jealous Rage?
_Gal_. Trust me, _Erminia_, I'll for that engage.
_Er_. And then my Honour by that flight's o'erthrown.
_Gal_. That being _Philander's_, he'll preserve his own;
And that, _Erminia_, sure you'll ne'er distrust.
_Er_. Ah, Madam, give me leave to fear the worst.
_Am_. Madam, _Alcippus_ waits for your Commands,
He's going to the Camp.
_Gal_. Admit him.
_Enter_ Alcippus _and_ Pisaro.
_Gal. Alcippus_, 'tis too soon to leave _Erminia_.
_Alcip_. I wish she thought so, Madam,
Or could believe with what regret I do so;
She then would think the fault were much too small
For such a Penance as my Soul must suffer.
_Am_. No matter, Sir, you have the Year before you.
_Alcip_. Yes, Madam, so has every Galley Slave,
That knows his Toil, but not his Recompence:
To morrow I expect no more content,
Than this uneasy Day afforded me;
And all before me is but one grand piece
Of endless Grief and Madness:
--You, Madam, taught _Erminia_ to be cruel,
A Vice without your aid she could have learnt;
And now to exercise that new taught Art,
She tries the whole experience on my Heart.
_Gal_. If she do so, she learnt it not of me,
I love, and therefore know no Cruelty:
Such outrage cannot well with Love reside,
Which only is the mean effect of Pride:
--I merit better thoughts from you, _Alcippus_.
_Alcip_. Pardon me, Madam, if my Passion stray
Beyond the limits of my high respect; [_He kneels_.
--'Tis a rude gust, and merits your reproaches:
But yet the saucy Flame can ne'er controul
That Adoration which I owe my Princess:
That, with Religion, took possession here,
And in my Prayers I mix with you the Deities.
_Gal_. I'ad rather you should treat me as a Mortal,
Rise and begin to do so.
[_He rises and bows_.
_Alcip_. Now, Madam, what must I expect from you?
_Er. Alcippus_, all that's to your Virtue due.
_Alcip_. In that but common Justice you allow.
_Er_. That Justice, Sir, is all I can bestow.
_Alcip_. In justice then you ought to me resign,
That which the Holy Priest intitled mine;
Yet that, without your Heart, I do despise,
For uncompell'd I'd have that sacrifice:
--Come ease me of that Pain that presses here,
Give me but Hope that may secure my Fear,
I'm not asham'd to own my Soul possest
With Jealousy, that takes away my rest.
--Tell me you'll love, or that my Suit is vain,
Do any thing to ease me of my pain.
Gods, Madam, why d'ye keep me in suspence?
This cannot be the effects of Innocence;
By Heaven, I'll know the cause, where e'er it lies,
Nor shall you fool me with your feign'd disguise.
_Pis_. You do forget your promise, and this Presence.
[_Aside to_ Alcip.
_Alcip_. 'Twas kindly urg'd, prithee be near me still,
And tell me of the faults that look unmanly.
_Gal_. Dear, if thou lov'st me, flatter him a little.
[_To_ Er. _aside_.
_Er_. 'Tis hard to do, yet I will try it, Madam.
_Gal_. I'll leave you, that you may the better do so.
--I hope, _Alcippus_, you'll revisit us
With Lover's speed:
And whatsoever treatment now you find,
At your return you'll find us much more kind.
[_He bows, she goes out_.
_Alcip_. Can you forgive the rashness of a Man,
That knows no other Laws but those of Passion?
_Er_. You are unkind to think I do not, Sir;
--Yes, and am grown so softned by my pity,
That I'm afraid I shall neglect my Vows,
And to return your Passion, grow ingrate.
_Alcip_. A few more syllables express'd like these,
Will raise my Soul up to the worst extreme,
And give me with your Scorn an equal torment.
_Er_. See what power your language has upon me. [_Weeps_.
_Alcip_. Ah, do not weep, a tear or two's enough
For the Completion of your Cruelty,
That when it fail'd to exercise your will,
Sent those more powerful Weapons from your Eyes,
And what by your severity you mist of,
These (but a more obliging way) perform.
Gently, _Erminia_, pour the Balsam in,
That I may live, and taste the sweets of Love.
--Ah, should you still continue, as you are,
Thus wondrous good, thus excellently fair,
I should retain my growing name in War,
And all the Glories I have ventur'd for,
And fight for Crowns to recompense thy Bounty.
--This can your Smiles; but when those Beams are clouded,
Alas, I freeze to very Cowardice,
And have not Courage left to kill my self.
_Er_. A Fate more glorious does that Life attend,
And does preserve you for a nobler end.
_Alcip. Erminia_, do not sooth my easy Heart,
For thou my Fate, and thou my Fortune art;
Whatever other blessings Heaven design,
Without my dear _Erminia_, I'll decline.
Yet, Madam, let me hope before I go,
In pity that you ought to let me do:
'Tis all you shall allow m'impatient heart.
_Er_. That's what against my will I must impart:
But wish it please the Gods, when next we meet,
We might as Friends, and not as Lovers greet.
SCENE I. _The Palace_.
_Enter_ Galatea _and_ Aminta, _met by_ Philander _and_ Alcander.
_Phi_. So hasty, Sister!
_Gal_. Brother, I am glad to meet you.
_Aminta_ has some welcome News for you.
_Am_. My Lord!
_Erminia_ yet is hardly brought to yield;
She wants but some encouragement from you,
That may assist her weakness to subdue,
And 'twas but faintly she deny'd to see you.
_Phi_. However, I will venture,
She can but chide, and that will soon be past:
A Lover's Anger is not long to last.
_Am. Isillia_ I have won to give you entrance.
_Phi_. Love furnish me with powerful Arguments:
Direct my Tongue, that my disorder'd Sense
May speak my Passion more than Eloquence. [_Aside_.
_Gal_. But is _Alcippus_ gone?
_Alcan_. Madam, an hour since.
_Phi_. 'Tis well; and Sister,
Whilst I persuade _Erminia_ to this flight,
Make it your business to persuade the King,
Hang on his neck, and kiss his willing cheek:
Tell him how much you love him, and then smile,
And mingle Words with Kisses; 'twill o'ercome him
Thou hast a thousand pretty Flatteries,
Which have appeas'd his highest fits of Passion:
A Song from thee has won him to that rest,
Which neither Toil nor Silence could dispose him to.
Thou know'st thy power, and now or never use it.
_Gal_. 'Twas thither I was going.
_Phi_. May'st thou be prosperous.
[_Exeunt_ Phi. _and_ Gal. Aminta _and_ Alcander _stay_.
_Am_. What now, _Alcander_?
_Alcan_. As 'twas, _Aminta_.
_Am_. How's that?
_Alcan_. Such a distracted Lover as you left me.
_Am_. Such as I found you too, I fear, _Alcander_.
_Alcan_. Ah, Madam, do not wrong me so;
Till now I never knew the joys and sorrows
That do attend a Soul in love like mine:
My Passion only fits the Object now;
I hate to tell you so, 'tis a poor low means
To gain a Mistress by, of so much wit:
_Aminta_, you're above that common rate
Of being won.
Mean Beauties should be flatter'd into praise,
Whilst you need only Sighs from every Lover,
To tell you who you conquer, and not how,
Nor to instruct you what attracts you have.
_Am_. This will not serve to convince me,
But you have lov'd before.
_Alcan_. And will you never quit that error, Madam?
_Am_. 'Tis what I've reason to believe, _Alcander_,
And you can give me none for loving me:
I'm much unlike _Lucinda_ whom you sigh'd for,
I'm not so coy, nor so reserv'd as she;
Nor so designing as _Florana_ your next Saint,
Who starv'd you up with hope, till you grew weary;
And then _Ardelia_ did restore that loss,
The little soft _Ardelia_, kind and fair too.
_Alcan_. You think you're wondrous witty now, _Aminta_,
But hang me if you be.
_Am_. Indeed, _Alcander_, no, 'tis simple truth:
Then for your bouncing Mistress, long _Brunetta_,
O that majestick Garb, 'tis strangely taking,
That scornful Look, and Eyes that strike all dead
That stand beneath them.
_Alcander_, I have none of all these Charms:
But well, you say you love me; could you be
Content to dismiss these petty sharers in your Heart,
And give it all to me; on these conditions
I may do much.
_Alcan. Aminta_, more perhaps than I may like.
_Am_. Do not fear that, _Alcander_.
_Alcan_. Your Jealousy incourages that Fear.
_Am_. If I be so, I'm the fitter for your humour.
_Alcan_. That's another reason for my fears; that ill-Luck owes us a
spite, and will be sure to pay us with loving one another, a thought I
dread. Farewel, _Aminta_; when I can get loose from _Ardelia_, I may
chance wait on you, till then your own Pride be your Companion.
_Am_. Nay, you shall not go, _Alcander_.
_Alcan_. Fy on't, those Looks have lost their wonted Force,
I knew you'd call me back to smile upon me,
And then you have me sure; no, no, Aminta,
I'll no more of that. [_Goes out_.
_Am_. I have too much betray'd my Passion for him,
--I must recal it, if I can I must:--
I will--for should I yield, my power's o'erthrown,
And what's a Woman when that glory's gone?
SCENE II. _The Apartments of_ Alcippus.
_Enter_ Alcippus _and_ Pisaro.
_Pis_. You seem'd then to be pleas'd with what she said.
_Alcip_. And then methought I was so,
But yet even then I fear'd she did dissemble.
--Gods, what's a Man possest with Jealousy?
_Pis_. A strange wild thing, a Lover without reason;
I once have prov'd the torture on't,
But as unlike to thine as good from evil;
Like fire in Limbecks, mine was soft and gentle,
Infusing kindly heat, till it distill'd
The spirits of the Soul out at my Eyes,
And so it ended.
But thine's a raging Fire, which never ceases
Till it has quite destroy'd the goodly Edifice
Where it first took beginning.
Faith, strive, Sir, to suppress it.
_Alcip_. No, I'll let it run to its extent,
And see what then 'twill do.
Perhaps 'twill make me mad, or end my life,
Either of which will ease me.
_Pis_. Neither of these, _Alcippus_;
It will unman you, make you too despis'd;
And those that now admire will pity you.
_Alcip_. What wouldst thou have me do?
Am I not ty'd a Slave to follow Love,
Whilst at my back Freedom and Honour waits,
And I have lost the power to welcome them?
Like those who meet a Devil in the night,
And all afrighted gaze upon the Fury,
But dare not turn their backs to what they fear,
Though safety lie behind them.
Alas! I would as willingly as those
Fly from this Devil, Love.
_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.
_Pis_. I will not trust you though.
[_Goes out another way_.
SCENE III. _The Court Gallery_.
_Enter_ Philander _and_ Alcander _in their Clokes
muffled as in the dark_.
[_Calls at the lodgings of_ Erminia.
_Isil_. [_Entering_.] Who's there?
_Alcan_. A Friend.
_Isil_. My Lord _Alcander_?
_Alcan_. The same.
_Isil_. Where's the Prince?
_Phi_. Here, _Isillia_.
_Isil_. Give me your hand, my Lord, and follow me.
_Phi_. To such a Heaven as thou conduct'st me to,
Though thou should'st traverse Hell, I'd follow thee.
_Alcan_. You'll come back in charity, _Isillia_?
_Isil_. Yes, if I dare trust you alone with me.
[_They go all in_.
_Draws off, a Chamber, discovers_ Erminia _in a dishabit, sitting;
to her_ Philander, _who falls at her feet, on his knees_.
_Er_. My Lord the Prince, what makes your Highness here?
_Phi. Erminia_, why do ask that needless question?
'Twas Love, Love that's unsatisfied, which brought me hither.
_Er_. Rise, Sir, this posture would become me better.
_Phi_. Permit me, dear _Erminia_--to remain thus.
'Tis only by these signs I can express
What my Confusion will not let me utter.
I know not what strange power thou bear'st about thee,
But at thy sight or touch my Sense forsakes me,
And that, withal I had design'd to say,
Turns to a strange disorder'd Rapture in me.
_Er_. How do you, Sir?
_Phi_. I am not well;
Too suddenly I pass from one extreme
To this of Joy, more insupportable:
But I shall re-assume my health anon,
And tell thee all my story.
_Er_. Dear Sir, retire into this inner room,
And there repose awhile:
Alas, I see disorder in your Face.
_Phi_. This confidence of me, is generous in thee.
[_They go into the Scene which draws over_.
SCENE V. _The Court Gallery_.
_Alcip_. The Night is calm and silent as my Thoughts,
Where nothing now but Love's soft whispers dwell;
Who in as gentle terms upbraids my Rage,
Which strove to dispossess the Monarch thence:
It tells me how dishonest all my Fears are,
And how ungrateful all my Jealousies;
And prettily persuades those Infidels
To be less rude and mutinous hereafter.
Ah, that I could remain in this same state,
And be contented with this Monarchy:
I would, if my wild multitude of Passions
Could be appeas'd with it; but they're for Liberty,
And nothing but a Common-wealth within
Will satisfy their appetites of Freedom.
--Pride, Honour, Glory, and Ambition strive
How to expel this Tyrant from my Soul,
But all too weak, though Reason should assist them.
[_He knocks_. Alcander _looks out at the door_.
_Alcan_. Who's there?
_Alcip_. A Friend.
_Isil_. [_Within_.] Oh Heavens! it is my Lord _Alcippus'_ voice.
_Alcan_. Peace, _Isillia_.
_Alcip_. I hear a Man within--open the door.
Now, Love, defend thy Interest, or my Jealousy
Will grow the mightier Devil of the two else. [Alcan. _comes out_.
--Who's this? one muffled in a Cloke?
What art thou, who at this dead time of Night
Hast took possession here?
--Speak, or I'll kill thee.
_Alcan_. This were an opportunity indeed
To do my Prince a service, but I dare not.
_Alcip_. What darest not do?
_Alcan_. Not kill thee.
_Alcip_. Is that thy business then? have at thee, Slave?
I'll spoil your keeping doors. [_Runs at him_.
[_They fight, and grapling_, Alcander _gets the Sword of_ Alcippus.
He'as got my Sword, however, I'll lose no time:
It may be 'tis his office to detain me. [_He goes in_.
_Alcan_. I'm wounded, yet I will not leave him so;
There may be Mischief in him, though unarm'd.
SCENE VI. A Bed-chamber.
_Discovers_ Erminia, Philander _sitting on the Bed, to them_
Isillia, _a Sword and Hat on the Table_.
_Isil_. Ah, Madam, _Alcippus_.
_Er. Alcippus_, where?
_Isil_. I left him in a quarrel with _Alcander_,
And hear him coming up.
_Er_. For Heaven's sake, Sir, submit to be conceal'd.
_Phi_. Not for the world, _Erminia_,
My Innocence shall be my guard and thine.
_Er_. Upon my knees I'll beg you'll be conceal'd, [_A noise_.
He comes; _Philander_, for my safety go.
_Phi_. I never did obey with more regret.
[_He hides himself behind the Bed, and in haste leaves
his Sword and Hat on the Table_; Alcippus _comes in_.
_Alcip_. How now, _Erminia_?
How comes it you are up so late?
_Er_. I found my self not much inclin'd to sleep;
I hope 'tis no offence.
Why do you look so wildly round about you?
_Alcip_. Methinks, _Erminia_, you are much confus'd.
_Er_. Alas, you cannot blame me;
_Isillia_ tells me you were much inrag'd
Against a Lover she was entertaining.
_Alcip_. A Lover--was that a time for Courtship?
Such Actions, Madam, will reflect on you.
[Isillia _goes to take the Hat and Sword and slide
into her lap, which he sees, calls to her_.
--What have you there, _Isillia_?
Come back, and let me see what 'tis.
[_He takes them from her_.
--Ha--a Sword and Hat--_Erminia_, whose be these?
_Er_. Why do you ask--
_Alcip_. To be inform'd, is that so great a wonder?
_Er_. They be my Father's, Sir--
_Alcip_. Was that well said, _Erminia_?--speak again.