University of Virginia Library

ACT I.

SCENE I.

Enter King, Phillander, Orgulious, Alcippus, Alcander, Pisauro, Cleontious, Fallatius; And Officers.
King.
How shall I now divide my Gratitude;
Between a Son, and one that has obliged me,
Beyond the common duty of a subject?

Phi.
Believe me, Sir, he merits all your Bounty;
I only took Example by his Actions;
And all the part o'th' victory which I gain'd,
Was but deriv'd from him.

Kin.
Brave youth, whose Infant-years did bring us Conquests.
And as thou grew'st to man, thou grew'st in glory,
And had arriv'd to such a pitch of it;
As all the slothful youth that shall succeed thee,
Shall mete reproaches of thy early Actions;
When men shall say, thus did the brave Alcippus;
And that great Name shall every soul inspire,
With Emulation, to arrive at something,
That's worthy thy Example.

Alcip.
I must confess I had the Honour, Sir,
To lead on twenty thousand fighting men,
Whom Fortune gave the glory of the day to.
I only bade them fight, and they obey'd me;
But 'twas my Prince that taught them how to do so;

Kin.
I do believe Phillander wants no courage;
But what he did was to preserve his own.
But thine the pure effects of highest valour;
For which, if ought below my Crown can recompence;
Name it, and take it, as the price of it,

Alcip.
The Duty which we pay your Majesty
Ought to be such, as what we pay the Gods;
Which alwayes bears its recompence about it.

Kin.
Yet suffer me to make thee some return,
Though not for thee, yet to incourage Bravery.
I know thy soul is generous enough,
To think a glorious act rewards it self.
But those who understand not so much vertue,
Will call it my neglect and want of gratitude;
In this thy modesty will wrong thy King.

Alcip.
By this pause you seem to doubt
My Power or Will, in both you are too blame.

Alcip.
Your pardon Sir, I never had a thought
That could be guilty of so great a sin,
That I was capable to do you service,
Was the most gratefull bounty Heaven allowed me,
And I no juster way could own that blessing,
Then to imploy the guilt for your repose.

Kin.
I shall grow angry, and believe your pride
Would put the guilt off on your modesty,
Which would refuse what that believes below it.

Phil.
Your Majesty thinks too severely of him,
Permit me, Sir, to recompence his valour,
I saw the wonders on't, and thence may guess
In some degree, what may be worthy of it.

Kin.
I like it well, and till thou hast perform'd it,
I will divest my self of all my power,
And give it thee, till thou hast made him great.

Phi.
I humbly thank you Sir—
[Bows to the King, takes the Staffe from Orgul. and gives to Alcip. who looks amazedly.
And here I do create him General.
You seem to wonder, as if I dispossess't
The brave Orgulious, but be pleas'd to know,
Such Reverence and respect I owe that Lord,
As had himself not made it his Petition,
I sooner should have parted with my Right,
Then have discharg'd my debt, by injuring him.

Kin.
Orgulious, are you willing to resign it.

Org.
With your permission, Sir, most willingly;
His vigorous youth is fitter for't then age,
Which now has rendred me uncapable
Of what that can with more success perform;
My heart and wishes are the same they were,
But time has quite depriv'd me of that power
That should assist a happy Conqueror.

Kin.
Yet time has added little to your years
Since I restor'd you to this great Command,
And then you thought it not unfit for you.

Org.
Sir, was it fit I should refuse your Grace?
That was your act of mercy: and I took it
To clear my innocency, and reform the errors
Which those receiv'd who did believe me guilty,
Or that my Crimes were greater then that mercy;
I took it, Sir, in scorn of those that hated me;
And now resign it to the Man you love.

King.
We need not this proof to confirm thy Loyalty;
Nor am I yet so barren of rewards,
But I can finde a way, without depriving
Thy Noble Head of its victorious wreathes,
To crown anothers Temples.

Org.
I humbly beg your Majesty's consent to't;
If you believe Alcippus worthy of it;
The generous youth I have bred up to Battels;
Taught him to overcome, and use that Conquest;
As modestly as his submissive Captive,
His Melancholy, (but his easie fetters;
To meet Deaths horrors with undaunted looks.
How to despise the hardships of a Siege;
To suffer, cold and hunger, want of sleep;
Nor knew he other rest then on his Horse-back;
Where he would sit and take a hearty Nap;
And then too dream't of fighting:
I could continue on a day in telling
The wonders of this Warrior.

Kin.
I credit all, and do submit to you.
But yet Alcippus seems displeas'd with it.

Alcip.
Ah Sir! too late I find my confidence
Has overcome m' unhappy bashfulness;
I had an humbler suit t' approach you with;
But this unlook't for Honour,
Has so confounded all my lesser Aims;
As were they not essential to my Being,
I durst not name them after what y' have done.

King.
It is not well to think my kindness limited;
This, from the Prince you hold, the next from me;
Be what it will, I here declare it thine.
—Upon my life, designes upon a Lady;
I guess it from thy blushing.
—Name her, and here thy King engages for her.

Phi.
Oh Gods!—What have I done?—

[aside.
Alcip.
Erminia, Sir.—

[Bows.
Phi.
I'm ruin'd.—

[aside.
Kin.
Alcippus, with her fathers leave, she's thine.

Org.
Sir, 'Tis my Aim and Honour.

Phi.
Alcippus, is't a time to think of Weddings;
When the disorder'd Troops require your presence:
You must to th' Camp tomorrow.

Alcip.
You need not urge that Duty to me, Sir.

Kin.
A day or two will finish that Affair,
And then we'll consummate the happy day,
When all the Court shall celebrate your joy.

[They all go out but Alcan. Pisa. and Fal.
Pis.
Falatio, you are a swift Horseman.
I beleeve you have a Mystress at Court,
You made such haste this Morning.

Fal.
By Jove, Pisaro, I was enough weary of the
Campaigne; and till I had lost sight of it,
I clapt on all my spurs—
But what ails Alcander?

Pis.
What, displeas'd?

Alcand.
It may be so, what then?

Pis.
Then thou mayst be pleas'd again.

Alcan.
Why the devil should I rejoyce?
Because I see another rais'd above me;
Let him be great, and damn'd with all his greatness.

Pis.
Thou mean'st Alcippus, whom I think merits it.

Alcan.
What is't that thou call'st merit;
He fought, 'tis true, and so did you, and I,
And gain'd as much as he o'th' victory.
But he in the Triumphal Chariot rod,
Whilst we ador'd him like a Demi-god.
He with the Prince an equal welcom found,
Was with like Garlands, tho' less merit, crown'd.

Fa.
He's in the right for that, by Jove.

Pis.
Nay, now you wrong him.

Alcan.
What's he; I should not speak my sense of him?

Pis.
He is our General.

Alcan.
What then?
What is't that he can do, which I'le decline;
Has he more youth, more strength, or arms then I?
Can he preserve himself i'th' heat of battail?
Or can he singly fight a whole Brigade?
Can he receive a thousand wounds and live?

Fal.
Can you or he do so?

Alcan,
I do not say I can, but tell me then,
Where be the vertues of this mighty man,
That he should brave it over all the rest?

Pis.
Faith he has many vertues, and much courage;
And merits it as well as you or I,
Orgulious was grown old.

Alcan.
What then?

Pis.
What then, he was unfit for't,
But that he had a Daughter who was young.

Alcan.
Yes, he might have lain by like
Rusty Armour else,
Had she not brought him into play again;
The Devil take her for't.

Fal.
By Jove, he's dissatisfied with every thing.

Alcan.
She has undone my Prince,
And he has most unluckily disarm'd himself,
And put the Sword into his Rivalls hand,
Who will return it to his gratefull bosom.

Pis.
Why you believe Alcippus honest—

Alcan.
Yes, in your sence Pisaro,
But do not like the last demand he made,
'Twas but an ill return upon his Prince
To beg his Mistress, rather challeng'd her.

Pis.
His Ignorance that she was so, may excuse him.

Alcan.
The Devil 'twill, dost think he knew it not.

Pis.
Orgulious still design'd him for Erminia,
And if the Prince be disoblig'd from this,
He only ought to take it ill from him.

Alcan.
Too much Pisaro you excuse his pride,
But 'tis the office of a friend to do so.

Pis.
'Tis true I am not ignorant of this,
That he despises other recompence
For all his services, but fair Erminia,
I know 'tis long since he resign'd his heart,
Without so much as telling her she conquer'd;
And yet she knew he lov'd; whilst she, ingrate,
Repay'd his passion only with her scorn.

Alcan.
In loving him she'd more ingrateful prove
To her first vows, to reason and to love.

Pis.
For that Alcander you know more then I.

Fal.
Why sure Aminta will instruct her better,
Shee's as inconstant as the Seas and Winds,
Which ne're are calm but to betray Adventurers.

Alcan.
How came you by that knowledge Sir?

Fal.
What a pox makes him ask me that question now.

[aside
Pis.
Prythee Alcander now we talk of her,
How go the Amours 'twixt you and my wilde sister;
Can you speak yet, or do you tell your tale,
With eyes and sighs, as you were wont to do.

Alcan,
Faith much at that old rate, Pisaro,
I yet have no incouragement from her
To make my Court in any other language.

Pis.
You'l bring her to't, she must be over come,
And you'r the fittest for her fickle humour.

Alcan.
Pox on't, this change will spoil our making Love,
We must be sad and follow the Court Mode;
My life on't you'l see desperate doings here;
The Eagle will not part so with his prey;
Erminia was not gain'd so easily
To be resign'd so tamely: but come my Lord,
This will not satisfie our appetites,
Let's in to dinner, and when warm with wine
We shall be fitter for a new design.

[They go out Fal. stays.
Fal.
Now am I in a very fine condition,
A comfortable one as I take it;
I have ventur'd my life to some purpose now;
What confounded luck was this, that he of all men
Living, should happen to be my Rivall.
Well, I'le go visit Aminta, and see how
She receives me.—
Why where a duce hast thou dispos'd of
[Enter Labre.
Thy self all this day, I will be bound to be
Hang'd, if thou hast not a hankering after
Some young wench; thou couldst never loyter
Thus else; but I'le forgive thee now, and prithee go to
My Lady Aminta's Lodgings: Kiss her hand
From me: and tell her I am just returned from
The Campaigne: mark that word, Sirrah.

Labre.
I shall Sir; 'tis truth.

Fal.
Well, thats all one; but if she should
Demand any thing concerning me; (for
Love's inquisitive) dost hear: as to my valour, or so,
Thou understand'st me; tell her
I acted as became a man that pretend to the glory of
Serving her.

Lab.
I warrant you, Sir, for a speech.

Fa.
Nay, thou mayst speak as well too much
As too little, have a care of that, dost hear?
And if she ask what wounds I have: dost mind me?
Tell her I have many, very many.

La.
But whereabouts, Sir?

Fa.
Let me see—let me see: I know not where
To place them—I think in my face.

La.
By no means, Sir, you had much better
Have them in your Posteriors: for then the Ladies
Can never disprove you: they'll not look there.

Fa.
The sooner, you fool, for the rarity on't.

La.
Sir, the Novelty is not so great, I assure you.

Fa.
Go to, y' are wicked: but I will have them in my face.

La.
With all my heart, Sir, but how?

Fa.
Ile wear a patch or two there, and I'le
Warrant you for pretences as much as any man,
And who, you fool, shall know the fallacie.

La.
That, Sir, will all that know you, both in the
Court and Camp.

Fa.
Mark me, Labree, once for all, if thou takest
Delight continually thus to put me in mind of
My want of Courage, I shall undoubtedly
Fall foul on thee, and give thee most fatal proofs
Of more then thou expectest.

La.
Nay Sir, I have done, and do believe 'tis only
I; dare say you are a man of prowess.

Fa.
Leave thy simple fancies, and go about
Thy business.

La.
I am gone, but heark my Lord,
If I should say your face were wounded,
The Ladies would fear you had lost your
Beauty.

Fa.
O never trouble your head for that, Aminta
Is a wit, and your Wits care not how ill-favour'd
Their men be, the more ugly the better.

La.
An't be so, you'll fit them to a hair.

Fa.
Thou art a Coxcomb, to think a man of my
Quality needs the advantage of handsomness:
A trifle, as insignificant as wit or valour: poor
Nothings, which Men of fortune ought to despise.

La.
Why do you then keep such a stir to gain
The reputation of this thing you so despise.

Fa.
To please the peevish humour of a woman.
Who in that point only is a fool.

La.
You had a Mystress once, if you have not
Forgotten her, who would have taken you with
All these faults.

Fa.
There was so: but she was poor, that's the
Divel, I could have lov'd her else:
—But go thy ways;—what dost thou muse on?

La.
Faith Sir, I am only fearful yon will never
Pass with those patches you speak of.

La.
Thou never to be reclaim'd Ass; shall I never
Bring thee to apprehend as thou ought'st; I tell thee
I will pass and repass, where and how I please;
Know'st thou not the difference yet, between a
Man of money and Titles, and a man of only Parts,
As they call them; poor Divels, of no mean nor
Garb: Well, 'tis a fine and a frugal thing,
This honour, it covers a multitude of faults;
Very redicule in one of us is A-la-mode,
But I detain thee; go hast to Aminta.

[Exeunt severally.

SCEN. II.

Enter Gallatea, Aminta, and Olinda.
Gall.
Will Erminia come?

Oli.
Madam, I thought she'd been already here.

Gall.
But prethee how does she support this news?

Oli.
Madam, as those unreconciled to Heaven
Would beare the pangs of death.

Am.
Time will convince her of that foolish error,
Of thinking a brisk young Husband a torment.

Gall.
What young Husband?—

Am.
The Generall, Madam.

Gall.
Why, dost thou think she will consent to it?

Am.
Madam, I cannot tell, the World's inconstant.

Gall.
I Aminta, in every thing but Love.
And sure they cannot be in that:
What sayest thou, Olinda?

Oli.
Madam, my judgment's naught.
Love I have treated as a stranger guest,
Receiv'd him well, not lodg'd him in my brest.
I ne're durst give the unknown Tyrant room,
Lest he should make his resting place his home.

Gall.
Then thou art happy; but if Erminia fail
I shall not live to reproach her.

Am.
Nay, Madam, do not think of dying yet:
There is a way, if we could think of it.

Gall.
Aminta, when wilt thou this humour lose?

Am.
Faith never, if I might my humour chuse.

Gall.
Methinks thou now shouldst blush to bid me Live.

Am.
Madam, 'tis the best counsel I can give.

Gall.
Thy counsel! Prethee what dost counsel now?

Am.
What I would take my self I counsel you.

Gall.
You must my wounds and my misfortunes bear
Before you can become my Counseller.
You cannot guess the torments I endure:
Not knowing the Disease you'l miss the Cure.

Am.
Physicians, Madam, can the Patient heal
Although the Malady they ne're did feel:
But your Disease is Epidemical,
Nor can I that evade that conquers all.
I lov'd, and never did like pleasure know,
Which passion did with time less vigorous grow.

Gall.
Why hast thou lost it?

Am.
It, and half a score.

Gall.
Losing the first sure thou couldst love no more.

Am.
With more facility, then when the Dart
Arm'd with resistless fire seiz'd my heart;
'Twas long then, e're the Boy could entrance get,
And make his little Victory compleat;
But now he'as got the knack on't, 'tis with ease,
He domineers and enters when he please.

Gall.
My heart, Aminta, is not like to thine.

Am.
Faith Madam try; you'll find it just like mine.
The first I lov'd was Phillocles, and then
Made Protestations ne're to love agen,
Yet after left him for a faithless crime;
But then I languisht even to death for him;
—But Love who suffer'd me to take no rest,
New fire-balls threw, the old scarce dispossest;
And by the greater flame the lesser light,
Like Candles in the Sun, extinguisht quite,
And left no power Alcander to resist,
Who took, and keeps possession of my brest.

Gall.
Art thou a Lover then, and lookest so gay,
But thou hast ne're a father t' obey.

Am.
Why, if I had I would obey him too.

Gall.
And live.

Am.
And live.

Gall.
'Tis more then I can do.
[Enter Erminia weeping. Gall. meets her, embraces her, and weeps.
—Thy Eyes, Erminia, do declare thy heart,
Has nothing but despairs and death t'impart,
And I, alas, no comfort can apply,
But I, as well as you, can weep and die.

Er.
I'le not reproach my fortune, since in you
Grief does the noblest of your Sex subdue;
When your great soul a sorrow can admit:
I ought to suffer from the sence of it;
Your cause of grief too much like mine appears,
Not to oblige my eyes to double tears;
And had my heart no sentiments at home,
My part in yours had doubtless fill'd the room.
But mine will no addition more receive,
Fate has bestow'd the worst she had to give;
Your mighty-soul can all its rage oppose,
Whilst mine must perish by more feeble blows.

Gall.
Indeed, I dare not say my cause of grief,
Does yours exceed, since both are past relief;
But if our Fates unequal do appear,
Erminia, 'tis my heart that odds must bear.

Er.
Madam, 'tis just I should to your resign,
But here you challenge what is only mine:
My fate so cruel is, it will not give
Leave to Phillander (if I die) to live:
Might I but suffer all, 'twere some content,
But who can live and see his languishment,
You Madam do alone your sorrows bear,
Which would be less did but Alcippus share,
As Lovers we agree, Ile not deny
But thou art lov'd again, so am not I.

Er.
Madam, that grief the better is sustain'd,
That's for a loss that never yet was gain'd:
You only lose a man that does not know
How great the Honour is which you bestow:
Who dares not hope you love, or if he did,
Your greatness would his just return forbid;
His humbler thoughts durst ne're to you aspire,
At most he would presume but to admire;
Or if it chanc'd he durst more daring prove,
You still must languish in concealed love.

Gall.
This which you argue lessens not my pain,
My grief's the same, were I belov'd again.
The King my Father would his Promise keep,
And thou must him enjoy for whom I weep.

Er.
Ah would I could that fatal gift deny,
Without him you; and with him, I must die;
My soul your Royal Brother does adore,
And I, all kindness but from him, abhor;
But if I must th'unsuit Alcippus wed,
I vow he ne're shall come into my Bed.

Gall.
That's bravely vow'd, and now I love thee more,
Then e're I was oblig'd to do before;
—But yet Erminia guard thee from his eyes;
Where so much love, and so much Beauty lies:
Those charmes may conquer thee, which made me bow,
And make thee love as well as break this Vow.

Er.
Madam, 'tis unkind, though but to fear,
Ought but Phillander can inhabit here.

[lays her hand on her heart.
Gall.
Ah that Alcippus did not you approve;
We then might hope these mischiefs to remove;
The King my father might be mov'd by prayer,
And my too powerful Brothers sad despair,
To break his word, which kept will us undo:
And he will lose his dear Phillander too,
Who dies and can no remedies receive:
But vows it is for you alone he'll live.

Er.
Ah Madam, do not tell me how he dies,
I've seen too much already in his eyes;
They did the sorrows of his soul betray,
Which need not be exprest another way:
'Twas there I found what my misfortune was,
Too sadly written in his lovely face.
But see, my father comes: Madam, withdraw a while,
And once again I'le try my interest with him.

[Exeunt.

SCEN. III.

Enter Orgulius, Erminia weeping, and Isillia.
Er.
Sir, does your fatal resolution hold?

Org.
Away, away, you are a foolish Girl,
And look with too much pride upon your Beauty;
Which like a gawdy flower that springs too soon,
Withers e're fully blown.
Your very tears already have betray'd
Its weak inconstant nature;
Alcippus, should he look upon thee now,
Would swear thou wert not that fine thing he lov'd.

Er.
Why should that blessing turn to my despair,
Curse on his faith that told him I was faire.

Org.
'Tis strange to me you should despise this fortune,
I always thought you well-inclin'd to love him,
I would not else have thus dispos'd of you.

Er.
I humbly thank you, Sir, though't be too late,
And wish you yet would try to change my fate;
What to Alcippus you did love beleeve,
Was such a friendship as might well deceive;
'Twas what kind Sisters do to Brothers pay;
Alcippus I can love no other way.
—Sir, lay the interest of a Father by,
And give me leave this Lover to deny.

Org.
Erminia, thou art young and canst not see
Th' advantage of the fortune offer'd thee;

Er.
Alas, Sir, there is somthing yet behind.

[sighs.
Org.
What is't Erminia, freely speak thy mind.

Er.
Ah Sir, I dare not, you inrag'd will grow.

Org.
Erminia, you have seldom found me so;
If no mean passion have thy soul possest,
Be what it will I can forgive the rest.

Er.
No Sir, it is no crime, or if it be,
Let Prince Phillander make the peace for me;
He 'twas that taught the sin, (if love be such.)

Or.
Erminia, peace, he taught you then too much.

Er.
Nay Sir, you promis'd me you would not blame
My early Love, if 'twere a noble flame.

Or.
Then this a more unhappy could not be;
Destroy it, or expect to hear of me.

[offers to go out.
Er.
Alas, I know 'twould anger you when known.

[she stays him
Org.
Erminia, you are wondrous daring grown;
Where got you courage to admit his love,
Before the King or I did it approve?

Er.
I borrow'd Courage from my Innocence,
And my own vertue, Sir, was my defence.
Phillander never spoke but from a soul,
That all dishonest passions can controul;
With flames as chaste as Vestals that did burn,
From whence I borrow'd mine, to make return.

Org.
Your love from folly, not from vertue, grew;
You never could beleeve, he'd marry you.

Er.
Upon my life no other thing he spoke,
But those from dictates of his Honour took.

Org.
Though by his fondness led he were content
To marry thee, the King would ne're consent.
Cease then this fruitless passion and incline
Your will and reason to agree with mine.
Alcippus I dispos'd you to before,
And now I am inclin'd to it much more.
Some days I had design'd t' ve given thee
To have prepar'd for this solemnity;
But now my second thoughts beleeve it fit,
You should this night to my desires submit.

Er.
This night; Ah Sir, what is't you mean to do?

Org.
Preserve my credit, and thy Honour too.

Er.
By such resolves you me to ruine bring.

Org.
That's better then to disoblige my King.

Er.
But if the King his liking do afford,
Would you not with Alcippus break your word;
Or would you not to serve your Princes life,
Permit your daughter to become his wife?

Org.
His Wife Erminia; if I did beleeve
Thou couldst to such a thought a credit give;
I would the interest of a father quit,
And you, Erminia, have no need of it:
Without his Aid you can a Husband chuse,
Gaining the Prince you may a Father lose.

Er.
Ah Sir, these words are Punierds to my heart:
And half my love to duty does convert;
Alas Sir, I can be content to die,
But cannot suffer this severity:
[kneels.
That care you had, dear Sir, continue still,
I cannot live and disobey your will.

[rises.
Org.
This duty has regain'd me, and you'll find
A just return: I shall be always kind;
—Go—reassume your Beauty: dry your eyes;
Remember 'tis a father does advise.

[goes out.
Er.
Ungrateful duty: whose uncivil pride,
By Reason is not to be satisfyde;
Who even Loves Almighty Power or'ethrows,
Or dost on it too rigorous Laws impose;
Who bindest up our vertue too too streight,
And on our Honour lays too great a weight.
Coward, whom nothing but thy power makes strong:
Whom Age and Malice bred t'affright the young;
Here thou dost tyrannize to that degree,
That nothing but my death will set me free.

SCEN. IV.

Enter Phillander and Alcander.
Phi.
Urge it no more, your Reasons do displease me:
I offer'd her a Crown, with her Phillander:
And she was once pleas'd to accept of it.
She lov'd me too, yes, and repaid my flame,
As kindly as I sacrificed to her:
The first Salute we gave were harmless love,
Our souls then met, and so grew up together,
Like sympathizing Twins.
And must she now be ravish't from my Arms;
Will you Erminia suffer such a Rape.
What tho' the King have said it shall be so,
'Tis not his pleasure can become thy Law,
No, nor it shall not.
And though he were my God as well as King,
I would instruct thee how to disobey him;
Thou shalt, Erminia, bravely say, I will not;
He cannot force thee to't against thy will:
—Oh Gods, shall duty to a King and Father,
Make thee commit a Murther on thy self?
Thy sacred self; and me that do adore thee;
No, my Erminia, quit this vain devoyre;
And follow Love that may preserve us all:
—Presumptuous Villain, bold ingratitude—
Hadst thou no other way to pay my favours;
By Heaven 'twas bravely bold, was't not Alcander.

Alcan.
It was somewhat strange, Sir;
But yet perhaps he knew not that you lov'd her.

Phi.
Not know it: yes as well as thou and I:
The World was full on't, and could he be ignorant:
Why was her father call'd from banishment,
And plac'd about the King, but for her sake:
What made him General, but my passion for her.
What gave him twenty thousand Crowns a year,
But that which made me Captive to Erminia.
Almighty Love, of which thou sayst he is ignorant:
How has he order'd his audacious flame,
That I could ne're perceive it all this while.

Alcan.
Then 'twas a flame conceal'd from you alone,
To the whole Court besides 'twas visible.
He knew you would not suffer it to burn out:
And therefore waited till his services
Might give encouragement to's close design;
If that could do't he nobly has endeavor'd it,
But yet I think you need not yield her, Sir.

Phi.
Alcippus, I confess, is brave enough,
And by such ways I'le make him quit his claim;
—He shall to morrow to the Camp again,
—And then I'le own my passion to the King;
—He loves me well, and I may hope his pity,
Till then be calm my heart, for if that fail,
[points to his sword
This is the argument that will prevail.

[Exeunt.