Phi. Thou hast restor’d me to a world of Joys, By what thou now hast said.
Enter Alcippus, his Sword in his Hand, a
Page with Light, he stands a while.
Alcip. Erminia! and the Prince! embracing too! I dream, and know she could not be thus base, Thus false and loose— But here I am inform’d it is no Vision; —This was design’d before, I find it now. [Lays his hand on his heart.
Er. Alcippus, oh my fears! [Goes to them, takes her by the hand.
Alcip. Yes, Madam, Too soon arriv’d for his and your repose.
Phi. Alcippus, touch her not.
Alcip. Not touch her! by Heaven, I will, And who shall hinder me? Who is’t dares say I shall not touch my Wife?
Phi. Villain, thou ly’st.
Alcip. That y’are my Prince shall not defend you here. Draw, Sir, for I have laid respect aside.
[Strikes, they fight a little, Alcippus is wounded, Alcander supports him.