Act 4 — SCENE III. The Court Gallery.
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Enter Philander and Alcander in their Clokes muffled as in the dark.
Alcan. Isillia. [Calls at the lodgings of Erminia.
Isil. [Entering.] Who’s there?
Alcan. A Friend.
Isil. My Lord Alcander?
Alcan. The same.
Isil. Where’s the Prince?
Phi. Here, Isillia.
Isil. Give me your hand, my Lord, and follow me.
Phi. To such a Heaven as thou conduct’st me to, Though thou should’st traverse Hell, I’d follow thee.
Alcan. You’ll come back in charity, Isillia?
Isil. Yes, if I dare trust you alone with me.
[They go all in.