Alcan. Come back and do your duty e’er you go. [Pulls him.
Fal. I owe you much, Alcander.
Alcan. Amimta said you should revenge her on me.
Fal. Her Word’s not Law I hope.
Alcan. And I’ll obey—
Fal. That may do much indeed.
[Fal. answers with great signs of fear.
Alcan. This, if thou wert a Man, she bad thee do, Why dost thou shake?
Fal. No, no, Sir, I am not the man she meant.
Alcan. No matter, thou wilt serve as well. A Lover! and canst disobey thy Mistress?
Fal. I do disown her, since she is so wicked To bid me kill my Friend. Why, thou’rt my Friend, Alcander.