Phi. Alcippus, for my Sister’s sake who loves you, I can bear more than this—you know my power, And I can make you fear. [Offers to go out.
Alcip. No, Prince, not whilst I am in love with dying.
Phi. Your love to that I see has made you impudent.
Isil. The Storm comes on, your Highness should avoid it.
Phi. Let him give place, I’ll keep possession here.
Isil. It is the Prince’s pleasure, Sir, you quit the Presence.
Alcip. No, this I call my Home; And since Erminia’s here that does entitle it so, I will not quit the Presence.
Phi. Gave thee a Title to’t, Alcippus?
Alcip. Me, Philander!
[They come to each other’s breast, and so draw.