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_.

SCENE VII. The Court Gallery.

_Enter_ Philander _and_ Alcander _with a Light_.

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