Chapter 63

_Enter_ Philander _and_ Alcander _in their Clokes muffled as in the dark_.

_Alcan_. _Isillia_. [_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_.