Chapter 64

_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? ’.was Love, Love that’s unsatisfied, which brought me hither. [_Kneels_.

_Er_. Rise, Sir, this posture would become me better.

_Phi_. Permit me, dear _Erminia_--to remain thus. ’.is 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. --Oh _Erminia_--

_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_.