imself behind the Bed, and in haste leaves
his Sword and Hat on the Table_; Alcippus _comes in_.

_Alcip_. How now, _Erminia_?
How comes it you are up so late?

_Er_. I found my self not much inclin'd to sleep;
I hope 'tis no offence.
Why do you look so wildly round about you?

_Alcip_. Methinks, _Erminia_, you are much confus'd.

_Er_. Alas, you cannot blame me;
_Isillia_ tells me you were much inrag'd
Against a Lover she was entertaining.

_Alcip_. A Lover--was that a time for Courtship?
Such Actions, Madam, will reflect on you.

[Isillia _goes to take the Hat and Sword and slide
into her lap, which he sees, calls to her_.

--What have you there, _Isillia_?
Come back, and let me see what 'tis.
[_He takes them from her_.
--Ha--a Sword and Hat--_Erminia_, whose be these?

_Er_. Why do you ask--

_Alcip_. To be inform'd, is that so great a wonder?

_Er_. They be my Father's, Sir--

_Alcip_. Was that well said, _Erminia_?--speak again.

_Er_. What is't you would know?

_Alcip_. The truth, _Erminia_, 'twould become you best.
Do you think I take these things to be your Father's?
No, treacherous Woman, I have seen this Sword,
[_Draws the Sword_.
Worn by a Man more vigorous than thy Father,
It had not else been here.
--Where have you hid this mighty Man of valour?
Have you exhausted so his stock of Courage,
He has not any left t'appear withal?

_Phi_. Yes, base _Alcippus_, I have still that Courage,
Th'effects of which thou hast beheld with wonder;
And now being fortified by Innocence,
Thou't find sufficient to chastise thy boldness:
Restore my Sword, and prove the truth of this.

_Alcip_. I've hardly so much Calmness left to answer thee,
And tell thee, Prince, thou art deceiv'd in me.
--I know 'tis just I should restore thy Sword,
But thou hast show'd the basest of thy play,
And I'll return th'uncivil Treachery;
You merit Death for this base Injury.
But you're my Prince, and that I own you so,
Is all remains in me of Sense or Justice;
The rest is Rage, which if thou gett'st not hence
Will eat up that small morsel too of Reason,
And leave me nothing to preserve thy life with.

_Phi_. Gods, am I tame, and hear the Traytor brave me?
[_Offers to run into him_.
I have resentment left, though nothing else.

_Alcip_. Stand off, by all that's good, I'll kill thee else.