Phi. Thee.
Alcip. Me, what dare you now?
Phi. I dare declare that I can hear no more; Be witness, Heaven, how justly I’m compell’d.
Alcip. Now, Sir, you are brave and love Erminia too.
[The Women run all away crying; they draw out some one way, and some another, leaving some their Veils behind them, some half off, half on.
Phi. We are here not safe, these Women will betray us.
Alcip. Sir, ‘tis a work that will soon be dispatcht, And this a place and time most proper for’t.
[A pass or two. Fal. _peeps in and runs away.
Enter_ Pisaro, runs between.
Pis. Hold, Sir, are you grown desperate? What means your Highness? [To the Prince. Alcippus, what is’t you design in this?