Draws off, discovers Philander and Alcander with Musick at the Chamber-door of Erminia; to them Pisaro, who listens whilst the Song is sung.
The Song for the Page to sing at Erminia’s Chamber-door.
Amintas that true-hearted Swain
Upon a River’s bank was laid,
Where to the pitying streams he did complain
Of Sylvia that false charming Maid,
But she was still regardless of his pain:
Oh faithless Sylvia! would he cry,
And what he said the Echoes would reply.
Be kind or else I die, E. I die.
Be kind or else I die, E. I die.
A shower of tears his eyes let fall,
Which in the River made impress,
Then sigh’d, and Sylvia false again would call,
A cruel faithless Shepherdess.
Is Love with you become a criminal?
Ah lay aside this needless scorn,
Allow your poor Adorer some return,
Consider how I burn, E. I burn.
Consider, &c.
Those Smiles and Kisses which you give.
Remember,
Sylvia, are my due;
And all the Joys my Rival does receive
He ravishes from me, not you.
Ah Sylvia, can I live and this believe?
Insensibles are touched to see
My languishments, and seem to pity me.
Which I demand of thee, E. of thee,
Which I demand, &c.
Pis. What’s all this?
Phi. Who’s there?
Pis. A Man, a Friend to the General.
Phi. Then thou’rt an Enemy to all good Men.
Does the ungrateful Wretch hide his own head,
And send his Spies abroad?
Pis. He is too great to fear, and needs them not: And him thou termest so, scorns the Office too.
Phi. What makest thou here then, when the whole World’s asleep? Be gone, there lies thy way, where’er thy business be.
Pis. It lies as free for thee, and here’s my business.
Phi. Thou lyest, rude man.
Pis. Why, what art thou darest tell me so i’th’ dark?
Day had betray’d thy blushes for this Boldness.
Phi. Tell me who ’tis that dares capitulate?
Pis. One that dares make it good.
Phi. Draw then, and keep thy word.
Alcan. Stand by, and let me do that duty, Sir. [He steps between them, they fight,
Pisaro falls. — Here’s thy reward, whoe’er thou art.
Phi. Hast thou no hurt?
Alcan. I think not much, yet somewhere ’tis I bleed.
Pis. What a dull beast am I!
[Exeunt Prince and Alcan.
Enter Page.
Page. My Lord, is’t you are fallen? Help,
Murder! Murder!
Pis. Hold, bawling Dog.
Enter Alcippus in a Night-gown, with a Sword in his hand, a Page with Lights.
Alcip. ’Twas hereabouts — who’s this,
Pisaro wounded? [He looks up. How cam’st thou thus? Come up into my Arms.
Pis. ’Twas Jealousy,
Alcippus, that wild Monster,
Who never leaves us till he has thus betray’d us.
— Pox on’t, I am asham’d to look upon thee.
I have disturb’d you to no purpose, Sir.
I am not wounded, go to bed again.
Alcan. I’ll see thee to thy Lodgings first,
Pisaro.
Pis. ‘Twill be unkind both to your self and me.
[Exeunt.