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Prince, Aminta, Sister to Pisaro, in love with Alcander, Mrs. Wright. Olinda, Sister to Alcander, Maid of Honour to Mrs. Lee. the Princess, Isillia, Sister to Cleontius, Woman to Erminia, Mrs. Clough. Lysette, Woman to Aminta. Scene within the Court of FRANCE. SCENE I. The Palace. Enter King, Philander, Orgulius, Alcippus, Alcander, Pisaro, Cleontius, Falatius; and Officers. King.
Enter the King, Cleontius, and Attendants. King. My Love, Alcippus, is despis'd I see, And you in lieu of that return you owe me, Endeavour to destroy me. Is this an Object for your Rage to work on? Behold him well, Alcippus, 'tis your Prince. Who dares gaze on him with irreverend Eyes?
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.
Without on the Stage, Philander with his Sword half drawn, held by Galatea, who looks ever on Alcippus: Erminia still fixing her Eyes on Philander; Pisaro passionately gazing on Galatea: Aminta on Fallatio, and he on her: Alcander, Isillia, Cleontius, in other several postures, with the rest, all remaining without motion, whilst the Musick softly plays; this continues a while till the Curtain falls; and then the Musick plays aloud till the Act begins.
I am a Gentleman. Fal. Ha, Labree, what means he now? By Jove, I do not question it, Cleontius: What need this odd Punctilio? I call thee to no account. Cle. That's more than I can say to you, Sir. Fal. I'll excuse you for that. Cle. But shall not need, Sir; stay, I have a Sister. Fal. Oh, the Devil, now he begins. Cle. A handsome Sister too, or you deceiv'd her. Lab. Fal. Cle.
Abusive Coward, hast thou no sense of honour? Fal. Sense of honour! ha, ha, ha, poor Cleontius. Enter Aminta and Olinda. Am. How now, Servant, why so jovial? Fal. I was laughing, Madam at Cle. At what, thou thing of nothing Am. Cousin Cleontius, you are angry. Cle. Madam, it is unjustly then, for Fools Should rather move the Spleen to Mirth than Anger. Am.
I dare not, Sir, experience yours I pray. Fal. Alas, alas, I fear we are both rank Cowards. Lab. Rise, Sir, 'tis gone. Fal. This was worse than the fright Alcander put Me into by much. SCENE IX. Philander's Apartments. Enter Philander and Cleontius. Phi. I know he's fled to the Camp, For there he only can secure himself. Cle. I do not think it, Sir.
SCENE II. The Palace. Enter Falatius, Labree, as passing by they meet Cleontius. Cle. Your Servant, my Lord. So coldly, stay your reason, Sir. Fal. How mean you, Sir? Cle. Do you not know me? Fal. Yes, I have seen you, and think you are Cleontius, A Servant of the Prince's; wert i'th' Campania too, If I mistake not. Cle. Can you recal me by no better instances? Fal. What need of any, pray? Cle.
By Jove, if she be your Cousin, Madam, I love her much the better for't. Am. I am beholding to you, But then it seems I have lost a Lover of you. Cle. Confess she has, or I'll so handle you. Labree. Fal. That's too much, Cleontius but I will, By Jove, Madam, I must not have a Mistress that Has more Wit than my self, they ever require More than a Man's able to give them. Oli.
Railly with him, Sir, 'tis your only way, and put it Off with a jest; for he's in fury, but dares not Strike i'th' Court. Fal. But must you needs do this, needs fight, Cleontius? Cle. Yes, by all means, I find my self inclin'd to't. Fal. You shall have your desire, Sir, farewel. Cle. When, and where? Fal.
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