Act 4 — SCENE IV.
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Draws off, a Chamber, discovers Erminia in a dishabit, sitting; to her Philander, who falls at her feet, on his knees.
Er. My Lord the Prince, what makes your Highness here?
Phi. Erminia, why do ask that needless question? ’.was Love, Love that’s unsatisfied, which brought me hither. [Kneels.
Er. Rise, Sir, this posture would become me better.
Phi. Permit me, dear Erminia—to remain thus. ’.is only by these signs I can express What my Confusion will not let me utter. I know not what strange power thou bear’st about thee, But at thy sight or touch my Sense forsakes me, And that, withal I had design’d to say, Turns to a strange disorder’d Rapture in me. —Oh Erminia—
Er. How do you, Sir?
Phi. I am not well; Too suddenly I pass from one extreme To this of Joy, more insupportable: But I shall re-assume my health anon, And tell thee all my story.
Er. Dear Sir, retire into this inner room, And there repose awhile: Alas, I see disorder in your Face.
Phi. This confidence of me, is generous in thee.
[They go into the Scene which draws over.