The forc'd marriage, or, The jealous bridegroom a tragi-comedy : as it is acted at His Highnesse the Duke of Yorks theatre / written by A. Behn.

ACT. II. SCENE. VI.

Draws off, discovers Phillander 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 Erminias chamber door.

Amintas that true hearted Swain Upon a Rivers bank was laid, Where to the pittying streams he did complain On Sylvia that false charming maid, But she was still regardless of his pain: Oh! faithless Silvia! would he cry And what he said the Eccho's would reply. Be kind, or else I dye, E. I dye. Be kind or else I dye, E. I dye.

A shower of tears his eyes let fall, Which in the River made impress, Then sigh, and Sylvia false again would call, A cruell 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, Remmember Silvia, are my due; And all the joys my Rival does receive He ravishes from me not you. Ah Silvia, can I live and this believe? Incensibles are touch'd 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 Be gone, there lies thy way (asleep? Where e're thy business be.

Pis.

It lies as free for thee, and here's my business.

Phi.

Thou liest, Rude man.

Pis.

Why, what art thou darest tell me so i'th' dark? Day had betrayed 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 who e're 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.

Pag.

My Lord, is't you are fallen?

[Enter Page.

Help, Murther, Murther.

Pis.

Hold, Balling Dog.

Enters Alcippus in his Night-gown with a Sword in his hand, a Page with Lights.

Alcip.

'Twas here abouts—who's this, Pisaro wounded!

[He looks up.

How camest thou thus? Come up-up into my arms.

Pis.

'Twas Jealousie, Alcippus, that wilde Monstre, Who never leaves us till it has thus betrayed us. —Pox on't, I am sham'd to look upon thee. I have disturb'd you to no purpose, Sir. I am not wounded, go to bed agen.

Alci.

I'le see thee to thy Lodgings first, Pisaro.

Pis.

'Twill be unkind both to your self and me.

[Exeunt.