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_Fal_. He was a little too familiar with me.
_Cle_. Madam, my Sister _Isillia_--
_Fal_. A curse, he will out with it-- [_Aside, pulls him by the Arm_.
_Cle_. Confess she is your Mistress. [_Aside_.
_Fal_. I call my Mistress, Madam.
_Am_. My Cousin _Isillia_ your Mistress!
Upon my word, you are a happy Man.
_Fal_. By _Jove_, if she be your Cousin, Madam, I love her much the better for't.
_Am_. I am beholding to you, But then it seems I have lost a Lover of you.
_Cle_. Confess she has, or I'll so handle you.
[_Ex_. Labree.
_Fal_. That's too much, _Cleontius_--but I will, By _Jove_, Madam, I must not have a Mistress that Has more Wit than my self, they ever require More than a Man's able to give them.
_Oli_. Is this your way of Courts.h.i.+p to _Isillia_?
[_Ex_. Cle.
_Fal_. By _Jove_, Ladies, you get no more of that from me, 'Tis that has spoiled you all; I find _Alcander_ can Do more with a dumb show, than I with all my Applications and Address.
_Oli_. Why, my Brother can speak.
_Fal_. Yes, if any body durst hear him; by _Jove_, if you Be not kind to him, he'll hector you all; I'll get The way on't too, 'tis the most prosperous one; I see no Other reason you have to love _Alcander_ Better than I.
_Am_. Why should you think I do?
_Fal_. Devil, I see't well enough by your continual Quarrels with him.
_Am_. Is that so certain a proof?
_Fal_. Ever while you live, you treat me too Well ever to hope.
_Enter_ Alcander, _kneels, offers his Sword to_ Aminta.
--What new Masquerade's this? by _Jove, Alcander_ Has more tricks than a dancing Bear.
_Am_. What mean you by this present?
_Alcan_. Kill me.
_Am_. What have you done to merit it?
_Alcan_. Do not ask, but do't.
_Am_. I'll have a reason first.
_Alcan_. I think I've kill'd _Pisaro_.
_Am_. My Brother dead!
[_She falls into the arms of_ Oli.
_Fal_. Madam, look up, 'tis I that call.
_Am_. I care not who thou beest, but if a Man, Revenge me on _Alcander_.
[_She goes out with_ Oli.
_Fal_. By _Jove_, she has mistook her Man, This 'tis to be a Lover now: A Man's never out of one broil or other; But I have more Wit than _Aminta_ this bout. [_Offers to go_.
_Alcan_. Come back and do your duty e'er you go. [_Pulls him_.
_Fal_. I owe you much, _Alcander_.
_Alcan. Amimta_ said you should revenge her on me.
_Fal_. Her Word's not Law I hope.
_Alcan_. And I'll obey--
_Fal_. That may do much indeed.
[Fal. _answers with great signs of fear_.
_Alcan_. This, if thou wert a Man, she bad thee do, Why dost thou shake?
_Fal_. No, no, Sir, I am not the man she meant.
_Alcan_. No matter, thou wilt serve as well.
A Lover! and canst disobey thy Mistress?
_Fal_. I do disown her, since she is so wicked To bid me kill my Friend.
Why, thou'rt my Friend, _Alcander_.
_Alcan_. I'll forgive thee that.
_Fal_. So will not his Majesty: I may be hang'd for't.
_Alcan_. Thou should'st be d.a.m.n'd e'er disobey thy Mistress.
_Fal_. These be degrees of Love I am not yet arriv'd at; When I am, I shall be as ready to be d.a.m.n'd In honour as any Lover of you all.
_Alcan_. Ounds, Sir, d'ye railly with me?
