[They all go out, but Alcan.

What, displeas'd? Alcan.

Can you or he do so? Alcan.

Why, you believe Alcippus honest Alcan.

Can you speak yet, or do you tell your tale With Eyes and Sighs, as you were wont to do? Alcan.

Why so angry? Alcan.

To bed, Friend; what to do? Alcan.

What meanest thou, is she not married? Alcan.

I do not think too well of thee: What means all this discourse, art thou honest? Alcan.

I never thought thou'dst been so great a Villain, To urge me to a crime would damn us all; Why dost thou smile, hast thou done well in this? Alcan.

Hast thou no hurt? Alcan.

[Exeunt Prince and Alcan.

Alcander, is not she my Wife, and I his Prince? Alcan.

Fitter than this, Alcander? Alcan.

What mean you by this present? Alcan.

What have you done to merit it? Alcan.

Who's there? Alcan.

My Lord Alcander? Alcan.

[Alcan. comes out.

What darest not do? Alcan.

Fal. Is dead, Sir. Alcan.

Alcander, look, look, how she glides away, Dost thou not see't? Alcan.

Falatius too, afrighted even to death Alcan.

Why, have you seen it too? Alcan.

Paris, F. Alcan, 1916.