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isaro_; 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. [_Exit_. _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_. _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_. SCENE IV. _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. [_Kneels_. _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. --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_. SCENE V. _The Court Gallery_. _Ent
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