Chapter 54

_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, ’.is either Disrespect or some Design; I could be wondrous angry with thee now, But that my Grief has such possession here, ’.will 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.

[_Exeunt_.