Er. Alcippus, you mistake me every where.
Alcip. To whom, Erminia, do I owe this Fate?
Er. To morrow all her story I’ll relate. Till then the promise I the Princess made, I beg you would permit might be obey’d.
Alcip. You, Madam, with so many charms assail,
You need not question but you shall prevail;
Thy power’s not lessen’d in thy being mine,
But much augmented in my being thine,
The glory of my chains may raise me more,
But I am still that Slave I was before.
[Exeunt severally.
SCENE IV. Philander’s Bed-chamber.
Enter Philander and Alcander. [The Prince half undrest.
Phi. What’s a Clock, Alcander?
Alcan. ‘Tis midnight, Sir, will you not go to bed?
Phi. To bed, Friend; what to do?