Am. What mean you by this present?
Alcan. Kill me.
Am. What have you done to merit it?
Alcan. Do not ask, but do’t.
Am. I’ll have a reason first.
Alcan. I think I’ve kill’d Pisaro.
Am. My Brother dead! [She falls into the arms of Oli.
Fal. Madam, look up, ‘tis I that call.
Am. I care not who thou beest, but if a Man, Revenge me on Alcander. [She goes out with Oli.
Fal. By Jove, she has mistook her Man,
This ‘tis to be a Lover now:
A Man’s never out of one broil or other;
But I have more Wit than Aminta this bout. [Offers to go.