Er. My Lord the Prince, what makes your Highness here?
Phi. Erminia, why do ask that needless question? ’.was Love, Love that’s unsatisfied, which brought me hither. [Kneels.
Er. Rise, Sir, this posture would become me better.
Phi. Permit me, dear Erminia—to remain thus.
’.is only by these signs I can express
What my Confusion will not let me utter.
I know not what strange power thou bear’st about thee,
But at thy sight or touch my Sense forsakes me,
And that, withal I had design’d to say,
Turns to a strange disorder’d Rapture in me.
—Oh Erminia—
Er. How do you, Sir?
Phi. I am not well;
Too suddenly I pass from one extreme
To this of Joy, more insupportable:
But I shall re-assume my health anon,
And tell thee all my story.
Er. Dear Sir, retire into this inner room, And there repose awhile: Alas, I see disorder in your Face.
Phi. This confidence of me, is generous in thee.
[They go into the Scene which draws over.