Alcan. The same.
Isil. Where’s the Prince?
Phi. Here, Isillia.
Isil. Give me your hand, my Lord, and follow me.
Phi. To such a Heaven as thou conduct’st me to, Though thou should’st traverse Hell, I’d follow thee.
Alcan. You’ll come back in charity, Isillia?
Isil. Yes, if I dare trust you alone with me.
[They go all in.
SCENE IV.
Draws off, a Chamber, discovers Erminia in a dishabit, sitting; to her Philander, who falls at her feet, on his knees.