_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_.