Phi. Gods, am I tame, and hear the Traytor brave me? [Offers to run into him. I have resentment left, though nothing else.
Alcip. Stand off, by all that’s good, I’ll kill thee else.
[Er. puts her self between.
Er. Ah, hold, Sir, hold, the Prince has no defence,
And you are more than arm’d; [To Alcip.
What honour is’t to let him murder you? [To the Prince.
—Nor would your Fame be lessen’d by retreat.
Phi. Alas, I dare not leave thee here with him.
Er. Trust me, Sir, I can make him calm again.
Alcip. She counsels well, and I advise you take it.
Phi. I will, but not for fear of thee or Death,
But from th’assurance that her Power’s sufficient
To allay this unbecoming Fury in thee,
And bring thee to repentance.
[He gives him his Sword; Philander goes out,
Alcippus locks the door after him.
Er. Alcippus, what do you mean?
Alcip. To know where ‘twas you learn’d this Impudence? Which you’re too cunning in, Not to have been a stale practitioner.