_Enter _Erminia, calls him.
Er. Return, Philander, whither wouldst thou fly?
Phi. What Voice is that? [Turns, sees her, and is frighted.
Er. ‘Tis I, my Prince, ‘tis I.
Phi. Thou—Gods—what art thou—in that lovely shape?
Er. A Soul that from Elysium made escape, [As she comes towards him, he goes back in great amaze. To visit thee; why dost thou steal away? I’ll not approach thee nearer than I may.
Phi. Why do I shake—it is Erminia’s form—
And can that Beauty ought that’s ill adorn?
—In every part Erminia does appear,
And sure no Devil can inhabit there.
[He comes on and kneels, one knocks, she steals back in at a door.
Alcan. [Within.] My Lord the Prince!
Phi. Ha—Oh Gods, I charge thee not to vanish yet! I charge thee by those Powers thou dost obey, Not to deprive me of thy blessed sight.