ACT. V. SCEN. V.
Discovers a room hung with Black, a Herse standing in it with Tapers round about it, Alcippus weeping at it, with Isillia, and ether Women with long black veiles round about the Herse.
Isi.
I humbly beg, my Lord, you would forbear.
Alcip.
Oh Isillia,
Thou knowst not what vast treasure this incloses,
This sacred Pile, is there no sorrow due to t•…•…
Alass, I bad her not farewell at parting,
Nor did receive so much as one poor kiss,
—Ah'wretched, wretched man.
Enter the Prince.
Alcip.
How, the Prince!
How suddenly my grief submits to rage.
Phi.
Alcippus, why dost thou gaze thus on me,
What horror have I in my looks that frights thee?
Alcip.
Why Sir, what makes you here?
I've no more wives, no more Erminia's,
Alass she's dead—
Will you not give her leave to rest in peace:
Is this the gratitude you pay my favours,
That gave thee life, after thy wrongs to me?