Volume Iii Part 100 (1/2)

SCENE III. Galatea's _Apartments_.

_Enter_ Galatea _and_ Erminia.

_Er_. And 'tis an act below my Quality, Which, Madam, will not suffer me to fly.

_Gal. Erminia_, e'er you boast of what you are, Since you're so high I'll tell you what you were: Your Father was our General 'tis true, That t.i.tle justly to his Sword was due; 'Twas n.o.bly gain'd, and worth his Blood and Toils, Had he been satisfied with n.o.ble Spoils: But with that single honour not content, He needs must undermine the Government; And 'cause h'ad gain'd the Army to his side, Believ'd his Treason must be justify'd.

For this (and justly) he was banished; Where whilst a low and unknown life he led, Far from the hope and glory of a Throne, In a poor humble Cottage you were born; Your early Beauty did it self display, Nor could no more conceal it self than Day: Your Eyes did first _Philander's_ Soul inspire, And Fortune too conform'd her to his fire.

That made your Father greater than before, And what he justly lost that did restore.

'Twas that which first thy Beauty did disclose, Which else had wither'd like an unseen Rose; 'Twas that which brought thee to the Court, and there Dispos'd thee next my self, i'th' highest Sphere: Alas, obscurely else thou'dst liv'd and died, Not knowing thy own Charms, nor yet this Pride.

_Er_. Madam, in this your Bounty is severe, Be pleas'd to spare that repet.i.tion here.

I hope no Action of my Life should be So rude to charge your Generosity: But, Madam, do you think it just to pay Your great Obligements by so false a way?

_Alcippus'_ Pa.s.sion merits some return, And should that prove but an ingrateful scorn?

Alas, I am his Wife; to disobey, My Fame as well as Duty I betray.

_Gal_. Perfidious Maid, I might have thought thou'dst prove False to thy Prince, and Rival in my Love.

I thought too justly he that conquer'd me Had a sufficient power to captive thee; Thou'st now reveng'd thy Father's shame and thine, In taking thus _Philander's_ Life and mine.

[Er. _weeps_.

_Er_. Ah, Madam, that you would believe my tears, Or from my Vows but satisfy your Fears.

By all the G.o.ds, _Alcippus_ I do hate, And would do any thing to change my fate; Ought that were just and n.o.ble I dare do.

_Gal_. Enough, _Erminia_, I must credit you, And will no other proof of it require, But that you'll now submit to my desire; Indeed, _Erminia_, you must grant my suit, Where Love and Honour calls, make no dispute.

Pity a Youth that never lov'd before, Remember 'tis a Prince that does adore; Who offers up a Heart that never found It could receive, till from your Eyes, a wound.

_Er_. To your command should I submit to yield, Where could I from _Alcippus_ be conceal'd?

What could defend me from his jealous Rage?

_Gal_. Trust me, _Erminia_, I'll for that engage.

_Er_. And then my Honour by that flight's o'erthrown.

_Gal_. That being _Philander's_, he'll preserve his own; And that, _Erminia_, sure you'll ne'er distrust.

_Er_. Ah, Madam, give me leave to fear the worst.

_Enter_ Aminta.

_Am_. Madam, _Alcippus_ waits for your Commands, He's going to the Camp.

_Gal_. Admit him.

_Enter_ Alcippus _and_ Pisaro.

_Gal. Alcippus_, 'tis too soon to leave _Erminia_.

_Alcip_. I wish she thought so, Madam, Or could believe with what regret I do so; She then would think the fault were much too small For such a Penance as my Soul must suffer.