ACT IV. SCENE. V.
[The Court Gallery.
Enter Alcippus.
Alcip.
The night is calm and silent as my thoughts
Where nothing now but loves soft whispers dwell;
Who in as gentle terms upbraids my rage,
Which strove to dispossess the Monarch thence;
It tells me how dishonest all my fears are,
And how ungrateful all my jealousies,
And prettily perswades those Infidels
To be less rude and mutinous hereafter.
Ah that I could remain in this same state
And be contented with this Monarchy;
I would, if my wild multitude of passions
Could be appeas'd with it, but they're for liberty,
And nothing but a common-wealth within
Will satisfie their appetites of freedom.
—Pride, Honour, Glory, and Ambition strjve
How to expell this Tyrant from my soul,
But all too weak though reason should assist them.
[he knocks. [Alcander looks out at the door.
Alcan.
Who's there?
Alcip.
A friend—
Is.
Oh Heavens it is my Lord Alcippus voice.