Laugh at the kind words and mystical contrivement;

If such a time shall come,
Know I am sighing then thy absence, Iphigene,
And weeping o'er the false but pleasing image.⁠15

⁠Alm. Francelia, Francelia,
Rise, rise, and save thyself! the enemy
That does not know thy worth, may else destroy it.[Throws open the door
Ha! mine eyes grow sick:
A plague has through them stol'n into my heart,⁠20
And I grow dizzy! Feet, lead me off again,
Without the knowledge of my body! I
Shall act, I know not what else.[Exit

⁠Fran. How came he in?
Dear Iphigene, we are betray'd!⁠25
Let's raise the castle, lest he should return.

⁠Iph. That were to make all public. Fear not;
I'll satisfy his anger: I can do it.

⁠Fran. Yes, with some quarrel!
And bring my honour and my love in danger.⁠30

Look, he returns; and wrecks of fury,
Like hurried clouds over the face of heaven
Before a tempest, in his looks appear.

⁠Alm. If they would question what our rage doth act,
And make it sin, they would not thus provoke men.⁠35
I am too tame.
For, if they live, I shall be pointed at.
Here I denounce a war to all the world;
And thus begin it.[Runs at Iphigene

⁠Iph. What hast thou done?[She falls⁠40

⁠Fran. Ah me, help, help![Almerin wounds her

⁠Iph. Hold!

⁠Alm. 'Tis too late.

⁠Iph. [aside]. My fond deceits involve the innocent.
Rather than she shall suffer, I will discover⁠45
All.

⁠Alm. Ha! what
Will he discover?

⁠Iph. ⁠That which shall make thee curse
The blindness of thy rage—I am a woman!