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I'm in earnest; As I love Honour, and esteem thee generous, I mean thee nothing but a perfect Friendship; By all my hopes I've no more quarrels to thee, All ends in this Embrace, and to confirm it I give thee here my Sister to thy Wife. Alcip. Your Pardon, Sir, I must refuse your bounty, till I know By what strange turn of Fate I came thus blest.
My Lord Alcippus, are you pleas'd with this? Alcip. Sir, I am so pleas'd, so truly pleas'd with it, That Heaven, without this Blessing on my Prince, Had found but little trouble from my thanks, For all they have shower'd on me; 'Twas all I wisht, next my Pretensions here. King. Then to compleat thy happiness, Take Galatea, since her Passion merits thee, As do thy Virtues her. Er.
'Tis a rude gust, and merits your reproaches: But yet the saucy Flame can ne'er controul That Adoration which I owe my Princess: That, with Religion, took possession here, And in my Prayers I mix with you the Deities. Gal. I'ad rather you should treat me as a Mortal, Rise and begin to do so. Alcip. Now, Madam, what must I expect from you? Er. Alcippus, all that's to your Virtue due. Alcip.
'Tis hard to do, yet I will try it, Madam. Gal. I'll leave you, that you may the better do so. Alcip. Can you forgive the rashness of a Man, That knows no other Laws but those of Passion? Er. You are unkind to think I do not, Sir; Yes, and am grown so softned by my pity, That I'm afraid I shall neglect my Vows, And to return your Passion, grow ingrate. Alcip.
You need not ask me to repeat again, A Knowledge which, you say, appears so plain: The Prince his word methinks should credit get, Which I'll confirm whene'er you call for it: My heart before you ask't it, was his prize, And cannot twice become a Sacrifice. Alcip. Erminia, is this brave or just in you, To pay his score of Love with what's my due? What's your design to treat me in this sort?
I must confess, your Passions give me cause, If I had any Secrets, to conceal them; But 'tis no time nor place to make disputes in: Will you to Horse? Alcip. Will you not think fit I should return then? I can be calm. Pis. What is't you mean by this return, Alcippus? Alcip. To see Erminia, is not that enough To one in love, as I am? Pis. But, Sir, suppose you find Philander there? Alcip.
Are sacred Vows of Marriage made your sport? Regard me well, Erminia, what am I? Er. Alcip. But why, Erminia, did you give it so? Er. T'obey a King and cruel Father too. A Friendship, Sir, I can on you bestow, But that will hardly into Passion grow; And 'twill an Act below your Virtue prove, To force a Heart you know can never love. Alcip.
Alcip. I never thought thou'dst had this Softness in thee. How cam'st thou, Friend, to hide all this from me? Pis.
All that I have is so intirely thine, And such a Captive thou hast made my Will, Thou needst not be at the expence of wishing For what thou canst desire that I may grant; Why are thy Eyes declin'd? Er. To satisfy a little modest scruple; I beg you would permit me, Sir Alcip. To lie alone to night, is it not so, Erminia? Er. It is Alcip. That's too severe, yet I will grant it thee?
Gal. If she do so, she learnt it not of me, I love, and therefore know no Cruelty: Such outrage cannot well with Love reside, Which only is the mean effect of Pride: I merit better thoughts from you, Alcippus. Alcip.
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