Alcan. This night Erminia’s Promise may repose you; To morrow is your own— Till then I beg you’d think your interest safe.
Phi. Alcander, thou hast peace about thee, and canst judge
Better than I, ‘twixt what is just and fit.
[Puts up his Sword.
I hitherto believ’d my Flame was guided
By perfect Reason: so we often find
Vessels conducted by a peaceful Wind,
And meet no opposition in their way,
Cut a safe passage through the flattering Sea:
But when a Storm the bounding Vessel throws,
It does each way with equal rage oppose;
For when the Seas are mad, could that be calm
Like me, it wou’d be ruin’d in the Storm.
[Exeunt.
ACT III.
SCENE I. The apartments of Alcippus.
Enter Alcippus and Pisaro.
Pis. ‘Tis much, my Lord, you’ll not be satisfy’d.
Alcip. Friendship’s too near a-kin to Love, Pisaro,
To leave me any Peace, whilst in your Eyes
I read Reserves, which ‘tis not kind to hide;
—Come, prithee tell me what the quarrel was,
And who ‘twas with; thou shalt, my dear Pisaro.
Pis. Nay, now you urge me to impossibility: Good faith, I cannot tell, but guess the Prince.
Alcip. ‘Tis true, Pisaro, ‘twas indeed the Prince. But what was th’occasion?