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If Lovers could be rul'd by Reason's Laws, For this complaint on him we'ad had no cause. 'Twas Love that made him this rash act commit; Had she been kind, 't had taught him to submit. But might it not your present Griefs augment, I'd say that you deserve this punishment, By forcing her to marry with the General; By which you have destroy'd Philander too, And now you would Alcippus' Life undo.
Orgulius, late General, Father to Erminia, Mr. Norris. Alcander, Friend to the Prince, in love with Aminta, Mr. Young. Pisaro, Friend to the young General Alcippus, Mr. Cademan. Falatius, a fantastick Courtier, Mr. Angel. Labree, his Man. Cleontius, Servant to the Prince, and Brother Mr. Galatea, Daughter to the King, Mrs. Jennings. Erminia, Daughter to Orgulius, espous'd to the Mrs. Betterton.
But if the King his liking do afford, Would you not with Alcippus break your word? Or would you not to serve your Prince's life, Permit your Daughter to become his Wife? Org.
'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.
Dear Brother, you out-run your Patience still, We'll neither die our selves, nor others kill; Something I'll do that shall thy joys restore, And bring thee back that health thou had'st before; We're now expected at the Banquet, where I'd have thy Eyes more Love than Anger wear: This night be cheerful, and on me depend, On me, that am thy Sister, and thy Friend: A little raise Alcippus' Jealousy And let the rest be carried on by me; Nor would it be amiss should you provide A Serenade to entertain the Bride: 'Twill give him Fears that may perhaps disprove The fond opinion of his happy Love.
Draws off, discovers Alcippus rising from the Couch. Alcip. I cannot sleep, my Soul is so unfurnish'd Of all that Sweetness which allow'd it rest. 'Tis flown, 'tis flown, for ever from my breast, And in its room eternal discords dwell, Such as outdo the black intrigues of Hell Oh my fortune What's here?
I am not well; Too suddenly I pass from one extreme To this of Joy, more insupportable: But I shall re-assume my health anon, And tell thee all my story. Er. Dear Sir, retire into this inner room, And there repose awhile: Alas, I see disorder in your Face. Phi. This confidence of me, is generous in thee. SCENE V. The Court Gallery. Enter Alcippus. Alcip.
You ought in Justice, Sir, t'excuse me here, Prisoners when first committed are less gay, Than when they're us'd to Fetters every day, But yet in time they will more easy grow. Alcip. You strangely bless me in but saying so. Er. Alcippus, I've an humble suit to you. Alcip.
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.
No, 'twas a fatal Truth: Alcippus, hadst thou seen her, whilst the Priest Was giving thee to fair Erminia, What languishment appear'd upon her Eyes, Which never were remov'd from thy lov'd Face, Through which her melting Soul in drops distill'd, As if she meant to wash away thy Sin, In giving up that Right belong'd to her, Thou hadst without my aid found out this truth: A sweet composure dwelt upon her looks, Like Infants who are smiling whilst they die; Nor knew she that she wept, so unconcern'd And freely did her Soul a passage find; Whilst I transported had almost forgot The Reverence due t'her sacred self and Place, And every moment ready was to kneel, And with my lips gather the precious drops, And rob the Holy Temple of a Relick, Fit only there t'inhabit.
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