Lab. I dare not, Sir, experience yours I pray.
Fal. Alas, alas, I fear we are both rank Cowards.
Lab. Rise, Sir, ‘tis gone.
Fal. This was worse than the fright Alcander put Me into by much.
[They rise and go out.
SCENE IX. Philander’s Apartments.
Enter Philander and Cleontius.
Phi. I know he’s fled to the Camp, For there he only can secure himself.
Cle. I do not think it, Sir.
He’s too brave to justify an Action
Which was the Outrage only of his Passion,
That soon will toil it self into a Calm,
And then will grow considerate again,
And hate the Rashness it provok’d him to.
Phi. That shall not serve his turn—go
Tell him I’ll get his Pardon of the King,
And set him free from other fears of Justice,
But those which I intend to execute.
If he be brave, he’ll not refuse this offer;
If not, I’ll do as he has done by me,
And meet his hated Soul by Treachery. [Cle_. goes out_.
—And then I’ve nothing more to do but die.
—Ah, how agreeable are the thoughts of Death!
How kindly do they entertain my Soul,
And tell it pretty tales of Satisfaction in the other world,
That I shall dwell for ever with Erminia?—but stay,
That sacred Spirit yet is unreveng’d,
—I’ll send that Traitor’s Soul to eternal Night,
Then mine shall take its so desired Flight. [Going out.