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The first English woman to earn her living by her writing, the Restoration author Aphra Behn broke cultural barriers, serving as a literary role model for later generations of women authors. This comprehensive eBook presents Behn’s complete works, with numerous illustrations, informative introductions and the usual Delphi bonus material.

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* All 16 plays, with individual contents tables
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The Complete Works of



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The Fiction






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MEMOIR OF MRS. BEHN by Montague Summers

AFRA BEHN by Edmund Gosse

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Complete Works of Aphra Behn

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The Plays

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Behn was probably born in Canterbury c. 1640

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The Forcd Marriage was first staged by the Dukes Company on 20 September 1670 in Lincolns Inn Fields. The theatre troupe was chartered by King Charles II at the start of the Restoration period in 1660. There was an eighteen year period during the English Civil War and the Interregnum, when the theatres were closed. However, when Charles II ascended the throne he quickly reopened the theatres. The Dukes Company was initially managed by William Davenant, a prominent poet and playwright during the Caroline and Restoration period. He was a staunch royalist, fleeing to France in the mid 1640s, before being imprisoned in the Tower of London for a year in 1651. He continued to write during the Interregnum and published his epic poem Gondibert in 1652, while also converting a space in his home into a private theatre to perform his works. In late 1660, The Dukes Company, under Davenants management, was granted the exclusive rights from the King to ten Shakespeare plays. However, the rival Kings Company had access to far more stock from the English Renaissance Drama, so Davenant and then his successor, the actor Thomas Betterton, were compelled to stage work by new dramatists including Behn, John Dryden and George Etherege.

The Forcd Marriage begins with an old King rewarding the young warrior, Alicippus; the prize is the young and beautiful Erminia. However, she is in love with the Kings son, Prince Phillander, and she refuses to consummate the union with Alicippus. While Erminia initially manages to pacify him, the warrior later responds by brutally strangling her. He believes that he has killed her and demonstrates little remorse. Erminia is not dead but reappears in disguise and contrives to convince Alicippus that he is really in love with the Kings daughter, Galatea, while trying to ensure she is able to marry Phillander. The play is not as rich and complex as Behns later works, but it does highlight her interest in the function of marriage and its negative impact on the lives of women.

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A sketch of Aphra Behn by George Scharf, from a portrait believed to be lost, 1873


The King of France to reward his favourite Alcippus, at the motion of prince Philander, gladly assents to his being created general in place of old Orgulius, who seeks to resign his office, and further on his royal word pledges the new-made commander, Erminia, Orgulius daughter, in marriage. The lady, however, loves the dauphin, whilst the princess Galatea is enamoured of Alcippus. All three are plunged into despair, and the brother and sister knowing each others passion bemoan their hapless fate. The prince, indeed, threatens to kill Alcippus, upon which Galatea declares she will poniard Erminia. On the wedding night the bride confesses her love for Philander and refuses to admit Alcippus to her love. The dauphin at the same time serenades Erminia at her chamber door, but Pisaro, a friend to Alcippus, meeting him, there is a scuffle during which Alcander, the princes companion, wounds the intruder. The noise rouses Erminia who issues from her room and encounters Philander. Alcippus, seeing them together, mad with jealousy, attacks the prince. He is, however, beaten back and even wounded, and later his fury is inflamed by Pisaros tale, who also informs the favourite that Galatea, for whom the narrator cherishes a hopeless love, dotes fondly upon him. Erminia, now that she has been joined in wedlock with Alcippus, guards herself carefully from the dauphins passion, but when the general is obliged by his duties to leave for the camp Philander hopes to persuade her to yield to him. Alcippus, however, whose departure is a feint, returns secretly, leaving Pisaro to continue the journey alone. Isillia, Erminias woman, has already admitted Philander to her mistress chamber, when the lovers are surprised by the arrival of Alcippus on the scene. The prince is concealed, although the meeting had been purely innocent, but he is betrayed owing to the fact of his inadvertently leaving his hat and sword upon a table. He departs unmolested, but once he is gone Alcippus, beside himself with blind fury, strangles Erminia with an embroidered garter  Pisaro, coming in a few moments after, reproaches him with the murder but hurries him away to concealment. The deed, however, is discovered and noised abroad by Falatius, a busy coxcomb courtier. Orgulius demands Alcippus life from the King, but Galatea, heart-broken, pleads for the man she loves. Philander is distraught with grief, and the King decides that if he harms himself Alcippus shall straightway pay the forfeit. The prince is about to wreak his vengeance on the cruel husband when he is met by Erminia herself, who, owing to her maids attentions, has recovered from the swoon Alcippus took for death. It is resolved that Alcippus, who is now torn with agony and remorse, must be fittingly punished, and accordingly as he lies sick at heart in his chamber Erminia enters as a spirit, and so looking over his shoulder into a mirror wherein he is gazing tells him plainly of Galateas love. The princess then passes by as it were a phantom, and after a masque, which he takes for a dream, he is conducted to a room draped in black wherein is placed a catafalque. Here he encounters Philander and as they are at hot words the King, who has been privy to the whole design, enters and the two are reconciled. Erminia next appears, and the happy accident explained, Erminia is bestowed upon the dauphin, whilst the princess is united to the favourite.

There is a slight underplot which deals with the amours of Aminta, sister to Pisaro, and Alcander. She is also courted by the cowardly fop, Falatius.


The Forcd Marriage; or, The Jealous Bridegroom is the earliest, and most certainly one of the weakest of Mrs. Behns plays. This is, however, far from saying that it is not a very good example of the Davenant, Howard, Porter, Stapylton school of romantic tragi-comedy. But Aphara had not yet hit upon her brilliant vein of intrigue. In The Forced Marriage she seems to have remembered The Maids Tragedy. The situation between Alcippus and Erminia, Act ii, III, has some vague resemblance to that of Amintor and Evadne, Act ii, I. Aminta also faintly recalls Dula, whilst the song Hang love, for I will never pine has a far-off echo of I could never have the power. But Mrs. Behn has not approached within measuring distance of that supreme masterpiece.


The stage history of The Forcd Marriage; or, The Jealous Bridegroom is best told in the quaint phrase of old Downes. Produced in December, 1670 at the Dukes Theatre, Lincolns Inn Fields, The Jealous Bridegroom, says the veteran prompter, wrote by Mrs. Behn, a good play and lasted six days. This, it must be remembered, was by no means a poor run at that time. Note, continues the record, In this play, Mr. Otway the poet having an inclination to turn actor; Mrs. Behn gave him the King in this play for a probation part, but he being not usd to the stage, the full house put him to such a sweat and tremendous agony, being dashd, spoilt him for an actor.

To quote Mr. Gosses excellent and classic essay on Otway: The choice of the part showed the kindly tact of the shrewd Mrs. Behn. The king had to speak the few first words, to which the audience never listens, to make some brief replies in the first scene, and then not to speak again until the end of the fourth act. In the fifth act he had to make rather a long speech to Smith [Mr. Gosse by a slip writes Betterton. The King (v, III) is talking to Philander, acted by Smith. Betterton played the favourite Alcippus.], explaining that he was old and feeble, and could not long survive, and this is nearly all he had to say till the very end, where he was in great force as the kind old man who unites the couples and speaks the last words. It was quite a crucial test, and Otway proved his entire inability to face the public. He trembled, was inaudible, melted in agony, and had to leave the stage. The part was given to Westwood, a professional actor, and Otway never essayed to tread the boards again.

The Forced Marriage seems never to have been revived since its production. On the title page of the second quarto (1690), The Forcd Marriage is said to have been played at the Queens Theatre. This is because the Dukes House temporarily changed its name thus. It does not refer to a second run of the play.

Va mon enfant! prends ta fortune.


Gallants, our Poets have of late so usd ye,
In Play and Prologue too so much abusd ye,
That should we beg your aids, I justly fear,
Yere so incensd youd hardly lend it here.
But when against a common Foe we arm,
Each will assist to guard his own concern.
Women those charming Victors, in whose Eyes
Lie all their Arts, and their Artilleries,
Not being contented with the Wounds they made,
Would by new Stratagems our Lives invade.
Beauty alone goes now at too cheap rates;
And therefore they, like Wise and Politick States,
Court a new Power that may the old supply,
To keep as well as gain the Victory.
Theyll join the force of Wit to Beauty now,
And so maintain the Right they have in you.
If the vain Sex this privilege should boast,
Past cure of a declining Face were lost.
Youll never know the bliss of Change; this Art
Retrieves (when Beauty fades) the wandring Heart;
And though the Airy Spirits move no more,
Wit still invites, as Beauty did before.
To day one of their Party ventures out,
Not with design to conquer, but to scout.
Discourage but this first attempt, and then
Theyll hardly dare to sally out again.
The Poetess too, they say, has Spies abroad,
Which have dispersed themselves in every road,
Ith Upper Box, Pit, Galleries; every Face
You find disguisd in a Black Velvet Case.
My life ont; is her Spy on purpose sent,
To hold you in a wanton Compliment;
That so you may not censure what she as writ,
Which done, they face you down twas full of Wit.
Thus, while some common Prize you hope to win,
You let the Tyrant Victor enter in.
I beg to day youd lay that humour by,
Till your Rencounter at the Nursery;
Where they, like Centinels from duty free,
May meet and wanton with the Enemy.

Enter an Actress.

How hast thou labourd to subvert in vain,
What one poor Smile of ours calls home again? 
Can any see that glorious Sight and say

[Woman pointing to the ladies.

A Woman shall not Victor prove to day?
Who ist that to their Beauty would submit,
And yet refuse the Fetters of their Wit?
He tells you tales of Stratagems and Spies;
Can they need Art that have such powerful Eyes?
Believe me,
Gallants, heas abusd you all;
Theres not a Vizard in our whole Cabal:
Those are but Pickeroons that scour for prey
And catch up all they meet with in their way;
Who can no Captives take, for all they do
Is pillage ye, then gladly let you go.
Ours scorns the petty Spoils, and do prefer
The Glory not the Interest of the War:
But yet our Forces shall obliging prove,
Imposing nought but Constancy in Love:
Thats all our Aim, and when we have, it too,
Well sacrifice it all to pleasure you.




King, Mr. Westwood. 
Philander, his Son, betrothed to Erminia, Mr. Smith. 
Alcippus, Favourite, in love with Erminia, Mr. Betterton. 
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. Crosby. 
Isillia, Page to Pisaro.


Galatea, Daughter to the King, Mrs. Jennings. 
Erminia, Daughter to Orgulius, espous'd to the Mrs. Betterton. 
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. 

Clergy, Officers, Pages and Attendants.

Scene within the Court of FRANCE.



The Palace.

Enter King, Philander, Orgulius, Alcippus, Alcander, Pisaro, Cleontius, Falatius; and Officers.

King. How shall I now divide my Gratitude,
Between a Son, and one that has obligd me,
Beyond the common duty of a Subject?

Phil. Believe me,
Sir, he merits all your Bounty,
I only took example by his Actions;
And all the part oth Victory which I gaind,
Was but derivd from him.

King. Brave Youth, whose Infant years did bring us Conquests;
And as thou grewst to Man, thou grewst in Glory,
And hast arrivd to such a pitch of it,
As all the slothful Youth that shall succeed thee,
Shall meet reproaches of thy early Actions:
When Men shall say, thus did the brave Alcippus;
And that great Name shall every Soul inspire
With Emulation to arrive at something,
Thats worthy of Example.

Alcip. I must confess I had the honour, Sir,
To lead on twenty thousand fighting Men,
Whom Fortune gave the Glory of the Day to.
I only bid them fight, and they obeyd me;
But twas my Prince that taught them how to do so.

King. I do believe Philander wants no courage;
But what he did was to preserve his own.
But thine the pure effects of highest Valour;
For which, if ought below my Crown can recompense,
Name it, and take it, as the price of it.

Alcip. The Duty which we pay your Majesty, 
Ought to be such, as what we pay the Gods; 
Which always bears its Recompence about it.

King. Yet suffer me to make thee some return,
Though not for thee, yet to incourage Bravery.
I know thy Soul is generous enough,
To think a glorious Act rewards it self.
But those who understand not so much Virtue,
Will call it my neglect, and want of Gratitude;
In this thy Modesty will wrong thy King.
Alcippus, by this pause you seem to doubt
My Power or Will; in both you are to blame.

Alcip. Your pardon,
Sir; I never had a thought
That could be guilty of so great a Sin.
That I was capable to do you service,
Was the most grateful Bounty Heaven allowd me,
And I no juster way could own that Blessing,
Than to imploy the Gift for your repose.

King. I shall grow angry, and believe your Pride 
Would put the guilt off on your Modesty,
Which would refuse what that believes below it.

Phil. Your Majesty thinks too severely of him;
Permit me,
Sir, to recompense his Valour,
I saw the wonders ont, and thence may guess
In some Degree, what may be worthy of it.

King. I like it well, and till thou hast performd it, 
I will divest my self of all my Power,
And give it thee, till thou hast made him great.

Phil. I humbly thank you, Sir  

[Bows to the King, takes the Staff from Orgulius, and gives it to Alcippus, who looks amazedly.

And here I do create him General.
You seem to wonder, as if I dispossessd
The brave Orgulius; but be pleasd to know,
Such Reverence and Respect I owe that Lord,
As had himself not made it his Petition,
I sooner should have parted with my Right,
Than have dischargd my debt by injuring him.

King. Orgulius, are you willing to resign it?

Org. With your permission,
Sir, most willingly;
His vigorous Youth is fitter fort than Age,
Which now has renderd me uncapable
Of what that can with more success perform.
My Heart and Wishes are the same they were,
But Time has quite deprivd me of that power
That should assist a happy Conqueror.

King. Yet Time has added little to your years,
Since I restord you to this great Command,
And then you thought it not unfit for you.

Org. Sir, was it fit I should refuse your Grace?
That was your act of Mercy: and I took it
To clear my Innocence, and reform the Errors
Which those receivd who did believe me guilty,
Or that my Crimes were greater than that Mercy.
I took it, Sir, in scorn of those that hated me,
And now resign it to the Man you love.

King. We need not this proof to confirm thy Loyalty;
Nor am I yet so barren of Rewards,
But I can find a way, without depriving
Thy noble Head of its victorious Wreaths,
To crown anothers Temples.

Org. I humbly beg your Majestys consent tot,
If you believe Alcippus worthy of it;
The generous Youth I have bred up to Battles,
Taught him to overcome, and use that Conquest
As modestly as his submissive Captive,
His Melancholy, (but his easy Fetters)
To meet Deaths Horrors with undaunted looks:
How to despise the Hardships of a Siege;
To suffer Cold and Hunger, want of Sleep.
Nor knew he other rest than on his Horse-back,
Where he would sit and take a hearty Nap;
And then too dreamt of fighting.
I could continue on a day in telling
The Wonders of this Warrior.

King. I credit all, and do submit to you. But yet Alcippus seems displeasd with it.

Alcip. Ah, Sir! too late I find my Confidence
Has overcome my unhappy Bashfulness;
I had an humbler Suit to approach you with;
But this unlookd for Honour
Has soon confounded all my lesser aims,
As were they not essential to my Being,
I durst not name them after what yhave done.

King. It is not well to think my Kindness limited;
This, from the Prince you hold, the next from me;
Be what it will, I here declare it thine.
 Upon my life, designs upon a Lady;
I guess it from thy blushing.
 Name her, and here thy King engages for her.

Phi. O Gods!  What have I done? [Aside.

Alcip. Erminia, Sir.  [Bows.

Phi. Im ruind.  [Aside.

King. Alcippus, with her Fathers leave, shes thine.

Org. Sir, tis my Aim and Honour.

Phi. Alcippus, ist a time to think of Weddings,
When the disorderd Troops require your Presence? 
You must to the Camp to morrow.

Alcip. You need not urge that Duty to me, Sir.

King. A Day or two will finish that affair,
And then well consummate the happy Day,
When all the Court shall celebrate your Joy.

[They all go out, but Alcan. Pisa, and Fal.

Pis. Falatio, you are a swift Horseman; 
I believe you have a Mistress at Court,
You made such haste this Morning.

Fal. By Jove, Pisaro, I was weary enough of the
Campaign; and till I had lost sight of it,
I clapt on all my Spurs  
But what ails Alcander?

Pis. What, displeasd?

Alcan. It may be so, what then?

Pis. Then thou mayst be pleasd again.

Alcan. Why the Devil should I rejoice? Because I see another raisd above me;
Let him be great, and damnd with all his Greatness.

Pis. Thou meanst Alcippus, who I think merits it.

Alcan. What ist that thou calst Merit?
He fought, its true, so did you, and I,
And gaind as much as he oth Victory,
But he in the Triumphal Chariot rode,
Whilst we adord him like a Demi-God.
He with the Prince an equal welcome found,
Was with like Garlands, though less Merit, crownd.

Fal. Hes in the right for that, by Jove.

Pis. Nay, now you wrong him.

Alcan. Whats he I should not speak my sense of him?

Pis. He is our General.

Alcan. What then?
What ist that he can do, which Ill decline?
Has he more Youth, more Strength, or Arms than I?
Can he preserve himself ith heat of the Battle?
Or can he singly fight a whole Brigade?
Can he receive a thousand Wounds, and live?

Fal. Can you or he do so?

Alcan. I do not say I can; but tell me then,
Where be the Virtues of this mighty Man,
That he should brave it over all the rest?

Pis. Faith, he has many Virtues, and much Courage;
And merits it as well as you or I: Orgulius was grown old.

Alcan. What then?

Pis. Why then he was unfit fort,
But that he had a Daughter that was young.

Alcan. Yes, he might have lain by,
Like rusty Armour, else,
Had she not brought him into play again;
The Devil take her fort.

Fal. By Jove, hes dissatisfyd with every thing.

Alcan. She has undone my Prince,
And he has most unluckily disarmd himself,
And put the Sword into his Rivals hand,
Who will return it to his grateful Bosom.

Phi. Why, you believe Alcippus honest  

Alcan. Yes, in your sense, Pisaro,
But do not like the last demand he made;
Twas but an ill return upon his Prince,
To beg his Mistress, rather challengd her.

Pis. His ignorance that she was so, may excuse him.

Alcan. The Devil twill, dost think he knew it not?

Pis. Orgulius still designd him for Erminia;
And if the Prince be disobligd from this,
He only ought to take it ill from him.

Alcan. Too much, Pisaro, you excuse his Pride,
But tis the Office of a Friend to do so.

Pis. Tis true, I am not ignorant of this,
That he despises other Recompence
For all his Services, but fair Erminia,
I know tis long since he resignd his Heart,
Without so much as telling her she conquerd;
And yet she knew he lovd; whilst she, ingrate,
Repayd his Passion only with her Scorn.

Alcan. In loving him, shed more ingrateful prove 
To her first Vows, to Reason, and to Love.

Pis. For that, Alcander, you know more than I.

Fal. Why sure Aminta will instruct her better,
Shes as inconstant as the Seas and Winds,
Which neer are calm but to betray Adventurers.

Alcan. How came you by that knowledge, Sir?

Fal. What a Pox makes him ask me that question now? [Aside.

Pis. Prithee,
Alcander, now we talk of her,
How go the Amours twixt you and my wild Sister?
Can you speak yet, or do you tell your tale
With Eyes and Sighs, as you were wont to do?

Alcan. Faith, much at that old rate, Pisaro, 
I yet have no incouragement from her 
To make my Court in any other language.

Pis. Youll bring her tot, she must be overcome,
And youre the fittest for her fickle Humour.

Alcan. Pox ont, this Change will spoil our making Love,
We must be sad, and follow the Court-Mode:
My life ont, youll see desperate doings here;
The Eagle will not part so with his Prey;
Erminia was not gaind so easily,
To be resignd so tamely.  But come, my Lord,
This will not satisfy our appetites,
Lets in to Dinner, and when warm with Wine,
We shall be fitter for a new Design.

[They go out. Fal. stays.

Fal. Now am I in a very fine condition,
A comfortable one, as I take it:
I have venturd my Life to some purpose now;
What confounded luck was this, that he of all men
Living, should happen to be my Rival?
Well, Ill go visit Aminta, and see how
She receives me.  
Why, where a duce hast thou disposd of Enter Labree.
Thy self all this day? I will be bound to be
Hangd if thou hast not a hankering after
Some young Wench; thou couldst never loiter
Thus else; but Ill forgive thee now, and prithee go to
My Lady Amintas Lodgings; kiss her hand
From me; and tell her, I am just returned from
The Campain: mark that word, Sirrah.

Lab. I shall,
Sir, tis truth.

Fal. Well, thats all one; but if she should
Demand any thing concerning me, (for
Loves inquisitive) dost hear? as to my Valour, or so,
Thou understandst me; tell her
I acted as a man that pretends to the glory of
Serving her.

Lab. I warrant you, Sir, for a Speech.

Fal. Nay, thou mayst speak as well too much
As too little; have a care of that, dost hear?
And if she ask what Wounds I have, dost mind me?
Tell her I have many, very many.

Lab. But whereabouts, Sir?

Fal. Let me see  let me see; I know not where To place them  I think in my Face.

Lab. By no means,
Sir, you had much better Have them in your Posteriors: for then the Ladies Can never disprove you; theyll not look there.

Fal. The sooner, you Fool, for the Rarity ont.

Lab. Sir, the Novelty is not so great, I assure you.

Fal. Go to, yare wicked;
But I will have them in my Face.

Lab. With all my heart, Sir, but how?

Fal. Ill wear a patch or two there, and Ill 
Warrant you for pretending as much as any man;
And who, you Fool, shall know the fallacy?

Lab. That, Sir, will all that know you, both in the Court and Camp.

Fal. Mark me, Labree, once for all; if thou takest
Delight continually thus to put me in mind of
My want of Courage, I shall undoubtedly
Fall foul on thee, and give thee most fatal proofs
Of more than thou expectest.

Lab. Nay,
Sir, I have done, and do believe tis only I dare say you are a man of Prowess.

Fal. Leave thy simple fancies, and go about thy business.

Lab. I am gone; but hark, my Lord,
If I should say your Face were wounded,
The Ladies would fear you had lost your Beauty.

Fal. O, never trouble your head for that,
Aminta Is a Wit, and your Wits care not how ill-favourd 
Their Men be, the more ugly the better.

Lab. Ant be so, youll fit them to a hair.

Fal. Thou art a Coxcomb, to think a man of my
Quality needs the advantage of Handsomness:
A trifle as insignificant as Wit or Valour; poor
Nothings, which Men of Fortune ought to despise.

Lab. Why do you then keep such a stir, to gain 
The reputation of this thing you so despise?

Fal. To please the peevish humour of a Woman,
Who in that point only is a Fool.

Lab. You had a Mistress once, if you have not 
Forgotten her, who would have taken you with All these faults.

Fal. There was so; but she was poor, thats the Devil, I could have lovd her else.  But go thy ways; what dost thou muse on?

Lab. Faith,
Sir, I am only fearful you will never Pass with those Patches you speak of.

Fal. Thou never-to-be-reclaimd Ass, shall I never
Bring thee to apprehend as thou oughtst? I tell thee,
I will pass and repass, where and how I please;
Knowst thou not the difference yet, between a Man
Of Money and Titles, and a Man of only Parts,
As they call them? poor Devils of no Mein nor Garb:
Well, tis a fine and frugal thing, this Honour,
It covers a multitude of Faults:
Even Ridicule in one of us is a-la-mode.
But I detain thee; go haste to Aminta.

[Exeunt severally.


Galateas Apartments.

Enter Galatea, Aminta, and Olinda.

Gal. Will Erminia come?

Oli. Madam, I thought shed been already here.

Gal. But prithee how does she support this news?

Oli. Madam, as those unreconciled to Heaven 
Would bear the pangs of death.

Am. Time will convince her of that foolish error,
Of thinking a brisk young Husband a torment.

Gal. What young Husband?

Am. The General,

Gal. Why, dost thou think she will consent to it?

Am. Madam, I cannot tell, the Worlds inconstant.

Gal. Ay, Aminta, in every thing but Love;
And sure they cannot be in that: What sayst thou, Olinda?

Oli. Madam, my Judgments naught.
Love I have treated as a stranger Guest,
Receivd him well, not lodgd him in my Breast.
I neer durst give the unknown Tyrant room;
Lest he should make his resting place his home.

Gal. Then thou art happy; but if Erminia fail, I shall not live to reproach her.

Am. Nay, Madam, do not think of dying yet: There is a way, if we could think of it.

Gal. Aminta, when will thou this Humour lose?

Am. Faith, never, if I might my Humour chuse.

Gal. Methinks thou now shouldst blush to bid me live.

Am. Madam, tis the best counsel I can give.

Gal. Thy Counsel! Prithee, what dost counsel now?

Am. What I would take my self I counsel you.

Gal. You must my Wounds and my Misfortunes bear
Before you can become my Counsellor.
You cannot guess the Torments I endure:
Not knowing the Disease youll miss the Cure.

Am. Physicians, Madam, can the Patient heal
Although the Malady they neer did feel;
But your Disease is epidemical,
Nor can I that evade that conquers all.
I lovd, and never did like pleasure know,
Which Passion did with time less vigorous grow.

Gal. Why, hast thou lost it?

Am. It, and half a score.

Gal. Losing the first, sure thou couldst love no more.

Am. With more facility, than when the Dart
Armd with resistless fire first seizd my Heart;
Twas long then eer the Boy could entrance get,
And make his little Victory compleat;
And now heas got the knack ont, tis with ease
He domineers, and enters when he please.

Gal. My Heart, Aminta, is not like to thine.

Am. Faith,
Madam, try, youll find it just like mine.
The first I lovd was Philocles, and then
Made Protestations neer to love again,
Yet after left him for a faithless crime;
But then I languisht even to death for him;
 But Love who sufferd me to take no rest,
New fire-balls threw, the old scarce dispossest;
And by the greater flame the lesser light,
Like Candles in the Sun extinguished quite,
And left no power Alcander to resist,
Who took, and keeps possession of my breast.

Gal. Art thou a Lover then, and lookst so gay,
But thou hast neer a Father to obey. [Sighing.

Am. Why, if I had I would obey him too.

Gal. And live?

Am. And live.

Gal. Tis more than I can do.

Enter Erminia weeping.

 Thy Eyes,
Erminia, do declare thy Heart
[Gal. meets her, embraces her, and weeps.
Has nothing but Despairs and Death timpart,
And I alas, no Comfort can apply,
But I as well as you can weep and die.

Er. Ill not reproach my Fortune, since in you
Grief does the noblest of your Sex subdue;
When your great Soul a sorrow can admit,
I ought to suffer from the sense of it;
Your cause of grief too much like mine appears,
Not to oblige my Eyes to double tears;
And had my heart no sentiments at home,
My part in yours had doubtless filld the room.
But mine will no addition more receive,
Fate has bestowd the worst she had to give;
Your mighty Soul can all its rage oppose,
Whilst mine must perish by more feeble blows.

Gal. Indeed I dare not say my cause of grief 
Does yours exceed, since both are past relief. 
But if your Fates unequal do appear,
Erminia, tis my heart that odds must bear.

Er. Madam, tis just I should to you resign,
But here you challenge what is only mine:
My Fate so cruel is, it will not give
Leave to Philander (if I die) to live:
Might I but suffer all, twere some content,
But who can live and see this languishment?
You, Madam, do alone your Sorrows bear,
Which would be less, did but Alcippus share;
As Lovers we agree, Ill not deny,
But thou art lovd again, so am not I.

Am. Madam, that grief the better is sustaind,
Thats for a loss that never yet was gaind;
You only lose a man that does not know
How great the honour is which you bestow;
Who dares not hope you love, or if he did,
Your Greatness would his just return forbid;
His humble thoughts durst neer to you aspire,
At most he would presume but to admire;
Or if it chancd he durst more daring prove,
You still must languish and conceal your Love.

Gal. This which you argue lessens not my Pain,
My Griefs the same were I belovd again.
The King my Father would his promise keep,
And thou must him enjoy for whom I weep.

Er. Ah, would I could that fatal gift deny;
Without him you; and with him, I must die;
My Soul your royal Brother does adore,
And I, all Passion, but from him, abhor;
But if I must thunsuit Alcippus wed,
I vow he neer shall come into my Bed.

Gal. Thats bravely sworn, and now I love thee more
Than eer I was obligd to do before,
 But yet, Erminia, guard thee from his Eyes,
Where so much love, and so much Beauty lies;
Those charms may conquer thee, which made me bow,
And make thee love as well as break this Vow.

Er. Madam, it is unkind, though but to fear 
Ought but Philander can inhabit here. [Lays her hand on her heart.

Gal. Ah, that Alcippus did not you approve,
We then might hope these mischiefs to remove;
The King my Father might be won by Prayer,
And my too powerful Brothers sad despair,
To break his word, which kept will us undo:
And he will lose his dear Philander too,
Who dies and can no remedies receive:
But vows that tis for you alone hell live.

Er. Ah,
Madam, do not tell me how he dies,
Ive seen too much already in his Eyes:
They did the sorrows of his Soul betray,
Which need not be confest another way:
Twas there I found what my misfortune was,
Too sadly written in his lovely face.
But see, my Father comes: Madam, withdraw a while,
And once again Ill try my interest with him.



A room in the house of Orgulius.

Enter Orgulius, Erminia weeping, and Isillia.

Er. Sir, does your fatal resolution hold?

Org. Away, away, you are a foolish Girl,
And look with too much pride upon your Beauty;
Which like a gaudy flower that springs too soon,
Withers eer fully blown. Your very Tears already have betrayd 
Its weak inconstant nature; Alcippus, should he look upon thee now, would swear thou wert not that fine thing he lovd.

Er. Why should that blessing turn to my despair? Curse on his Faith that told him I was fair.

Org. Tis strange to me you shoud despise this Fortune, I always thought you well inclind to love him, I would not else have thus disposd of you.

Er. I humbly thank you,
Sir, thought be too late,
And wish you yet would try to change my Fate;
What to Alcippus you did Love believe,
Was such a Friendship as might well deceive;
Twas what kind Sisters do to Brothers pay;
Alcippus I can love no other way.
 Sir, lay the Interest of a Father by,
And give me leave this Lover to deny.

Org. Erminia, thou art young, and canst not see 
The advantage of the Fortune offerd thee.

Er. Alas,
Sir, there is something yet behind. [Sighs.

Org. What ist,
Erminia? freely speak thy mind.

Er. Ah,
Sir, I dare not, you inragd will grow.

Org. Erminia, you have seldom found me so;
If no mean Passion have thy Soul possest,
Be what it will I can forgive the rest.

Er. No, Sir, it is no crime, or if it be,
Let Prince Philander make the Peace for me;
He twas that taught the Sin (if Love be such.)

Org. Erminia, peace, he taught you then too much.

Er. Nay,
Sir, you promisd me you woud not blame 
My early Love, if twere a noble Flame.

Org. Than this a more unhappy could not be;
Destroy it, or expect to hear of me. [Offers to go out.

Er. Alas, I know twould anger you, when known. [She stays him.

Org. Erminia, you are wondrous daring grown. 
Where got you courage to admit his Love,
Before the King or I did it approve?

Er. I borrowd Courage from my Innocence,
And my own Virtue, Sir, was my defence. 
Philander never spoke but from a Soul,
That all dishonest Passions can controul;
With Flames as chaste as Vestals that did burn,
From whence I borrowd mine, to make return.

Org. Your Love from Folly, not from Virtue grew;
You never could believe hed marry you.

Er. Upon my life no other thing he spoke,
But those from dictates of his Honour took.

Org. Though by his fondness led he were content
To marry thee, the King would neer consent.
Cease then this fruitless Passion, and incline
Your Will and Reason to agree with mine,
Alcippus I disposd you to before,
And now I am inclind to it much more.
Some days I had designd thave given thee
To have prepard for this solemnity;
But now my second thoughts believe it fit,
You should this night to my desires submit.

Er. This night! Ah,
Sir, what ist you mean to do?

Org. Preserve my Credit, and thy Honour too.

Er. By such resolves you me to ruin bring.

Org. Thats better than to disoblige my King.

Er. But if the King his liking do afford,
Would you not with Alcippus break your word?
Or would you not to serve your Princes life,
Permit your Daughter to become his Wife?

Org. His Wife,
Erminia! if I did believe
Thou couldst to such a thought a credit give,
I would the interest of a Father quit,
And you, Erminia, have no need of it:
Without his aid you can a Husband chuse;
Gaining the Prince you may a Father lose.

Er. Ah,
Sir, these words are Poniards to my Heart;
And half my Love to Duty does convert;
Alas, Sir, I can be content to die,
But cannot suffer this Severity: [Kneels.
That care you had, dear Sir, continue still,
I cannot live and disobey your will. [Rises.

Org. This duty has regaind me, and youll find
A just return; I shall be always kind.
 Go, reassume your Beauty, dry your Eyes;
Remember tis a Father does advise. [Goes out.

Er. Ungrateful Duty, whose uncivil Pride
By Reason is not to be satisfyd;
Who even Loves Almighty Power oerthrows,
Or does on it too rigorous Laws impose;
Who bindest up our Virtue too too strait,
And on our Honour lays too great a weight.
Coward, whom nothing but thy power makes strong;
Whom Age and Malice bred taffright the young;
Here thou dost tyrannize to that degree,
That nothing but my Death will set me free.

[Ex. Erm. and Isil.


Philanders Apartments.

Enter Philander and Alcander.

Phil. Urge it no more, your Reasons do displease me;
I offerd her a Crown with her Philander,
And she was once pleasd to accept of it.
She lovd me too, yes, and repaid my flame,
As kindly as I sacrificd to her:
The first salute we gave were harmless Love,
Our Souls then met, and so grew up together,
Like sympathizing Twins.
And must she now be ravishd from my Arms?
Will you, Erminia, suffer such a Rape?
What though the King have said it shall be so,
Tis not his pleasure can become thy Law,
No, nor it shall not.
And though he were my God as well as King,
I would instruct thee how to disobey him;
Thou shalt, Erminia, bravely say, I will not;
He cannot force thee tot against thy will.
 Oh Gods, shall duty to a King and Father
Make thee commit a Murder on thy self,
Thy sacred self, and me that do adore thee?
No, my Erminia, quit this vain devoir,
And follow Love that may preserve us all:
 Presumptuous Villain, bold Ingratitude  
Hadst thou no other way to pay my favours?
By Heaven, twas bravely bold, was it not, Alcander?

Alcan. It was somewhat strange,
Sir; But yet perhaps he knew not that you lovd her.

Phil. Not know it! yes, as well as thou and I.
The world was full ont, and could he be ignorant?
Why was her Father calld from banishment,
And placd about the King, but for her sake?
What made him General, but my Passion for her?
What gave him twenty thousand Crowns a year,
But that which made me captive to Erminia,
Almighty Love, of which thou sayst he is ignorant?
How has he orderd his audacious flame,
That I coud neer perceive it all this while.

Alcan. Then twas a flame conceald from you alone,
To the whole Court, besides, twas visible.
He knew you would not suffer it to burn out;
And therefore waited till his services
Might give encouragement tos close design.
If that could dot he nobly has endeavourd it,
But yet I think you need not yield her, Sir.

Phi. Alcippus, I confess, is brave enough,
And by such ways Ill make him quit his claim;
He shall to morrow to the Camp again,
And then Ill own my Passion to the King;
He loves me well, and I may hope his pity.

Till then be calm, my Heart, for if that fail,
[Points to his Sword.
This is the argument that will prevail.




The Curtain must be let down, and soft Musick must play: The Curtain being drawn up, discovers a scene of a Temple: The King sitting on a Throne, bowing down to join the hands Alcippus and Erminia, who kneel on the steps of the Throne; the Officers of the Court and Clergy standing in order by, with Orgulius. This within the Scene.

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.


The Palace.

Enter Philander and Galatea inragd.

Phi. Tis done, tis done, the fatal knot is tyd,
Erminia to Alcippus is a Bride;
Methinks I see the Motions of her Eyes,
And how her Virgin Breasts do fall and rise:
Her bashful Blush, her timorous Desire,
Adding new Flame to his too vigorous Fire;
Whilst he the charming Beauty must embrace,
And shall I live to suffer this Disgrace?
Shall I stand tamely by, and he receive
That Heaven of bliss, defenceless she can give?
No, Sister, no, renounce that Brothers name,
Suffers his Patience to surmount his Flame;
Ill reach the Victors heart, and make him see,
That Prize he has obtaind belongs to me.

Gal. Ah, dear Philander, do not threaten so,
Whilst him you wound, you kill a Sister too.

Phi. Though all the Gods were rallied on his side,
They should too feeble prove to guard his Pride.
Justice and Honour on my Sword shall sit,
And my Revenge shall guide the lucky hit.

Gal. Consider but the danger and the crime,
And, Sir, remember that his life is mine.

Phi. Peace,
Sister, do not urge it as a sin,
Of which the Gods themselves have guilty been:
The Gods, my Sister, do approve Revenge
By Thunder, which thAlmighty Ports unhinge,
Such is their Lightning when poor Mortals fear,
And Princes are the Gods inhabit here;
Revenge has charms that do as powerful prove
As those of Beauty, and as sweet as Love,
The force of Vengeance will not be withstood,
Till it has bathd and coold it self in Blood.
Erminia, sweet Erminia, thou art lost,
And he yet lives that does the conquest boast.

Gal. Brother, that Captive you can neer retrieve
More by the Victors death, than if he live,
For she in Honour cannot him prefer,
Who shall become her Husbands Murderer;
By safer ways you may that blessing gain,
When venturing thus through Blood and Death prove vain.

Phi. With hopes already that are vain as Air,
Youve kept me from Revenge, but not Despair.
I had my self acquitted, as became
Erminias wrongd Adorer, and my Flame;
My Rival I had killd, and set her free,
Had not my Justice been disarmd by thee.
 But for thy faithless Hope, I ad murderd him,
Even when the holy Priest was marrying them,
And offerd up the reeking Sacrifice
To thGods he kneeld to, when he took my price;
By all their Purity I would have dont.
But now I think I merit the Affront:
He that his Vengeance idly does defer,
His Safety more than his Success must fear:
I, like that Coward, did prolong my Fate,
But brave Revenge can never come too late.

Gal. Brother, if you can so inhuman prove To me your Sister,
Reason, and to Love: Ill let you see that I have sentiments too,
Can love and be revengd as well as you;
That hour that shall a death to him impart,
Shall send this Dagger to Erminias heart. [Shews a Dagger.

Phi. Ah,
Coward, how these words have made thee pale,
And Fear above thy Courage does prevail: 
Ye Gods, why did you such a way invent?

Gal. None else was left thy madness to prevent.

Phi. Ah, cruel Sister, I am tame become,
And will reverse my happy Rivals doom:
Yes, he shall live to triumph oer my Tomb.
 But yet what thou hast said, I needs must blame,
For if my resolutions prove the same,
I now should kill thee, and my life renew;
But were it brave or just to murder you?
At worst, I should an unkind Sister kill,
Thou wouldst the sacred blood of Friendship spill.
I kill a Man that has undone my Fame,
Ravishd my Mistress, and contemnd my Name,
And, Sister, one who does not thee prefer:
But thou no reason hast to injure her.
Such charms of Innocence her Eyes do dress,
As would confound the cruelst Murderess:
And thou art soft, and canst no Horror see,
Such Actions, Sister, you must leave to me.

Gal. The highest Love no Reason will admit,
And Passion is above my Friendship yet.

Phi. Then since I cannot hope to alter thee,
Let me but beg that thou wouldst set me free;
Free this poor Soul that such a coil does keep;
Twill neither let me wake in Peace, nor sleep.
Comfort I find a stranger to my heart,
Nor canst thou ought of that but thus impart;
Thou shouldst with joy a death to him procure,
Who by it leaves Alcippus life secure.

Gal. Dear Brother, you out-run your Patience still,
Well neither die our selves, nor others kill;
Something Ill do that shall thy joys restore,
And bring thee back that health thou hadst before;
Were now expected at the Banquet, where
Id 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.

Phi. Though Hope be faithless, yet I cannot chuse,
Coming from thee, but credit the abuse.

Gal. Philander, do not your Hopes power distrust, 
Tis time enough to die, when thats unjust.



The Court Gallery.

Enter Aminta as passing over the Stage, is stayed by Olinda.

Oli. Why so hasty, Aminta?

Am. The time requires it, Olinda.

Oli. But I have an humble suit to you.

Am. You shall command me any thing.

Oli. Pray Heaven you keep your word.

Am. That sad tone of thine, Olinda, has almost Made me repent of my promise; but come, what ist?

Oli. My Brother, Madam.

Am. Now fie upon thee, is that all thy business? [Offers to go off.

Oli. Stay,
Madam, he dies for you.

Am. He cannot dot for any Woman living;
But well  it seems he speaks of Love to you;
To me he does appear a very Statue.

Oli. He nought but sighs and calls upon your name,
And vows you are the cruellst Maid that breathes.

Am. Thou canst not be in earnest sure.

Oli. Ill swear I am, and so is he.

Am. Nay, thou hast a hard task ont, to make 
Vows to all the Women he makes love to;
Indeed I pity thee; ha, ha, ha.

Oli. You should not laugh at those you have undone.

Aminta sings.

Hang Love, for I will never pine
For any Man alive;
Nor shall this jolly Heart of mine
The thoughts of it receive;
I will not purchase Slavery
At such a dangerous rate;
But glory in my Liberty,
And laugh at Love and Fate.

Oli. Youll kill him by this cruelty.

Am. What ist thou callst so?
For I have hitherto given no denials,
Nor has he given me cause;
I have seen him wildly gaze upon me often,
And sometimes blush and smile, but seldom that;
And now and then found fault with my replies,
And wonderd where the Devil lay that wit,
Which he believd no Judge of it could find.

Oli. Faith, Madam, thats his way of making love.

Am. It will not take with me, I love a Man
Can kneel, and swear, and cry, and look submiss,
As if he meant indeed to die my Slave:
Thy Brother looks  but too much like a Conqueror. [Sighs.

Oli. How, Aminta, can you sigh in earnest?

Am. Yes,
Olinda, and you shall know its meaning;
I love Alcander, and am not ashamd oth secret,
But prithee do not tell him what I say.
 Oh, hes a man made up of those Perfections,
Which I have often likd in several men;
And wishd united to compleat some one,
Whom I might have the glory to oercome.
 His Mein and Person, but bove all his Humour,
That surly Pride, though even to me addrest,
Does strangely well become him.

Oli. May I believe this?

Am. Not if you mean to speak ont,
But I shall soon enough betray my self.

Enter Falatius with a patch or two on his Face.

Falatius, welcome from the Wars; 
Im glad to see yave scapd the dangers of them.

Fal. Not so well scapd neither,
Madam, but I Have left still a few testimonies of their Severity to me. [Points to his face.

Oli. Thats not so well, believe me.

Fal. Nor so ill, since they be such as render us
No less acceptable to your fair Eyes,
But had you seen me when I gaind them,
In that heroick posture.

Am. What posture?

Fal. In that of fighting,
You would have calld to mind that antient story
Of the stout Giants that wagd War with Heaven;
Just so I fought, and for as glorious prize,
Your excellent Ladiship.

Am. For me, was it for me you ran this hazard then?

Fal. Madam, I hope you do not question that,
Was it not all the faults you found with me,
The reputation of my want of Courage,
A thousand Furies are not like a Battle;
And but for you,
By Jove, I would not fight it oer again
For all the glory ont; and now do you doubt me?
Madam, your heart is strangely fortified
That can resist thefforts I have made against it,
And bring to boot such marks of valour too.

Enter to them Alcander, who seeing them would turn back, but Olinda stays him.

Oli. Brother, come back.

Fal. Advance, advance, what,
Man, afraid of me?

Alcan. How can she hold discourse with that Fantastick. [Aside.

Fal. Come forward, and be complaisant. [Pulls him again.

Alcan. Thats most proper for your Wit,

Am. Why so angry?

Alcan. Away, thou art deceivd.

Am. Youve lost your sleep, which puts you out of humour.

Alcan. Hes damnd will lose a moment ont for you.

Am. Who ist that has displeasd you?

Alcan. You have, and took my whole repose away,
And more than that, which you neer can restore;
I can do nothing as I did before.
When I would sleep, I cannot dot for you,
My Eyes and Fancy do that form pursue;
And when I sleep, you revel in my Dreams,
And all my Life is nothing but extremes.
When I would tell my love, I seem most rude,
For that informs me how I am subdud.
Gods, youre unjust to tyrannize oer me,
When thousands fitter fort than I go free.

Fal. Why, what the Devil has possest Alcander?

Oli. How like you this, Aminta?

Am. Better and better, hes a wondrous man.

[Exeunt Am. and Oli.

Fal. Tis the most unjanty humour that ever I saw;
Ay, ay, he is my Rival,
No marvel an he lookd so big upon me;
He is damnable valiant, and as jealous as
He is valiant; how shall I behave my
Self to him, and these too idle humours of his
I cannot yet determine; the comfort is,
He knows I am a Coward whatever face I set upon it.
Well, I must either resolve never to provoke
His Jealousy, or be able to rencounter his
Other fury, his Valour; that were a good
Resolve if I be not past all hope.



Enter Alcippus and Erminia, as in a Bed-Chamber.

Alcip. But still methinks,
Erminia, you are sad,
A heaviness appears in those fair Eyes,
As if your Soul were agitating something
Contrary to the pleasure of this night.

Er. You ought in Justice,
Sir, texcuse me here,
Prisoners when first committed are less gay,
Than when theyre usd to Fetters every day,
But yet in time they will more easy grow.

Alcip. You strangely bless me in but saying so.

Er. Alcippus, Ive an humble suit to you.

Alcip. 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 declind?

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. Thats too severe, yet I will grant it thee? But why, Erminia, must I grant it thee?

Er. The Princess,
Sir, questions my Power, and says, I cannot gain so much upon your Goodness.

Alcip. I could have wishd some other had obligd thee tot.

Er. You would not blame her if you knew her reason.

Alcip. Indeed I do not much, for I can guess
She takes the party of the Prince her Brother;
And this is only to delay those Joys,
Which she perhaps believes belong to him.
 But that, Erminia, you can best resolve;
And tis not kindly done to hide a truth,
The Prince so clearly ownd.

Er. What did he own?

Alcip. He said, Erminia, that you were his Wife;
If so, no wonder you refuse my Bed: [She weeps.
The Presence of the King hinderd my knowledge,
Of what I willingly would learn from you;
 Come, neer deny a truth that plain appears;
I see Hypocrisy through all your Tears.

Er. 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 Ill confirm wheneer you call for it:
My heart before you askt 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 whats my due?
Whats your design to treat me in this sort?
Are sacred Vows of Marriage made your sport?
Regard me well, Erminia, what am I?

Er. One,
Sir, with whom, Im bound to live and die,
And one to whom, by rigorous command, 
I gave (without my Heart) my unwilling Hand.

Alcip. But why, Erminia, did you give it so?

Er. Tobey 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. Am I the mask to hide your Blushes in,
I the contented Fool to veil your Sin?
Have you already learnt that trick at Court,
Both how to practise and secure your sport?
Brave Mistress of your Art, is this the way,
My Service and my Passion to repay?
Will nothing but a Prince your pleasure fit,
And could you think that I would wink at it?
Recal that Folly, or by all thats good,
Ill free the Soul that wantons in thy Blood.
[He in rage takes her by the arm, shews a dagger.

Er. I see your Love your Reason has betrayd,
But Ill forgive the Faults which Love has made:
Tis true, I love, and do confess it too;
Which if a Crime, I might have hid from you;
But such a Passion tis as does despise
Whatever Rage you threaten from your Eyes.
 Yes  you may disapprove this flame in me,
But cannot hinder what the Gods decree;
 Search here this truth;
Alas, I cannot fear;
Your Steel shall find a welcome entrance here.

[He holds her still and gazes on her.

Alcip. Where dost thou think thy ungrateful Soul will go,
Loaded with wrongs to me, should I strike now?

Er. To some blest place, where Lovers do reside,
Free from the noise of Jealousy and Pride;
Where we shall know no other Power but Love,
And where even thou wilt soft and gentle prove;
So gentle, that if I should meet thee there,
Thou wouldst allow, what thou denyst me here.

Alcip. Thou hast disarmd my Rage, and in its room
A world of Shame and softer Passions come,
Such as the first efforts of Love inspird,
When by thy charming Eyes my Soul was fird.

Er. I must confess your Fears are seeming just,
But here to free you from the least mistrust,
I swear, whilst Im your Wife Ill not allow
Birth to a Thought that tends to injuring you.

Alcip. Not to believe thee, were a sin above
The Injuries I have done thee by my Love.
 Ah, my Erminia, might I hope at last
To share the pity of that lovely Breast,
By slow degrees I might approach that Throne,
Where now the blest Philander reigns alone:
Perhaps in time my Passion might redeem
That now too faithful Heart yave given to him;
Do but forbear to hear his amorous Tales,
Nor from his moving Eyes learn what he ails:
A Fire thats kindled cannot long survive,
If one add nought to keep the flame alive.

Er. I will not promise; what I mean to do
My Virtue only shall oblige me to.

Alcip. But,
Madam, what dyou mean by this reserve?
To what intent does all this Coldness serve?
Is there no pity to my Sufferings due?
And will you still my Languishments renew?
Come, come, recal what you have rashly said;
And own to morrow that thou art no Maid:
Thy Blushes do betray thy willingness,
And in thy lovely Eyes I read success.

Er. A double tie obliges me to be
Strict to my Vows, my Love and Amity;
For my own sake the first Ill neer decline,
And I would gladly keep the last for thine.

Alcip. Madam, you strangely do improve my pain,
To give me hopes you must recal again.

Er. Alcippus, you this language will forbear,
When you shall know how powerful you are;
For whilst you here endeavour to subdue,
The best of Women languishes for you.

Alcip. Erminia, do not mock my misery,
For though you cannot love, yet pity me;
That you allow my Passion no return,
Is weight enough, you need not add your Scorn,
In this your Cruelty is too severe.

Er. Alcippus, you mistake me every where.

Alcip. To whom, Erminia, do I owe this Fate?

Er. To morrow all her story Ill relate. 
Till then the promise I the Princess made, 
I beg you would permit might be obeyd.

Alcip. You,
Madam, with so many charms assail,
You need not question but you shall prevail;
Thy powers not lessend in thy being mine,
But much augmented in my being thine,
The glory of my chains may raise me more,
But I am still that Slave I was before.

[Exeunt severally.


Philanders Bed-chamber.

Enter Philander and Alcander. [The Prince half undrest.

Phi. Whats a Clock, Alcander?

Alcan. Tis midnight,
Sir, will you not go to bed?

Phi. To bed,
Friend; what to do?

Alcan. To sleep,
Sir, as you were wont to do.

Phi. Sleep, and Erminia have abandond me; 
Ill never sleep again.

Alcan. This is an humour,
Sir, you must forsake.

Phi. Never, never, oh Alcander. Dost know where my Erminia lies to night?

Alcan. I guess, Sir.

Phi. Where? Nay, prithee speak,
Indeed I shall not be offended at it.

Alcan. I know not why you should, Sir;
Shes where she ought, abed with young Alcippus.

Phi. Thou speakst thy real Thoughts.

Alcan. Why should your Highness doubt it?

Phi. By Heaven, there is no faith in Woman-kind;
Alcander, dost thou know an honest Woman?

Alcan. Many, Sir.

Phi. I do not think it, tis impossible;
Erminia, if it could have been, were she,
But she has broke her Vows, which I held sacred,
And plays the wanton in anothers arms.

Alcan. Sir, do you think it just to wrong her so?

Phi. Oh, would thou couldst persuade me that I did so.
Thou knowst the Oaths and Vows she made to me,
Never to marry other than my self,
And you,
Alcander, wrought me to believe them.
But now her Vows to marry none but me,
Are given to Alcippus, and in his bosom breathd,
With balmy whispers, whilst the ravisht Youth
For every syllable returns a kiss,
And in the height of all his extasy,
Philanders dispossessd and quite forgotten.
Ah, charming Maid, is this your Love to me?
Yet now thou art no Maid, nor lovst not me,
And I the fool to let thee know my weakness.

Alcan. Why do you thus proceed to vex your self? To question what you list, and answer what you please? Sir, this is not the way to be at ease.

Phi. Ah, dear Alcander, what wouldst have me do?

Alcan. Do that which may preserve you;
Do that which every Man in love would do;
Make it your business to possess the object.

Phi. What meanest thou, is she not married?  

Alcan. What then? sheas all about her that she had,
Of Youth and Beauty she is Mistress still,
And may dispose it how and where she will.

Phi. Pray Heaven I do not think too well of thee: 
What means all this discourse, art thou honest?

Alcan. As most Men of my Age.

Phi. And wouldst thou counsel me to such a Sin? For  I do understand  thee.

Alcan. I know not what you term so.

Phi. I never thought thoudst been so great a Villain,
To urge me to a crime would damn us all;
Why dost thou smile, hast thou done well in this?

Alcan. I thought so, or Iad kept it to my self.
Sir, eer you grow in rage at what Ive said,
Do you think I love you, or believe my life
Were to be valued more than your repose?
You seem to think it is not.

Phi. Possibly I may.

Alcan. The sin of what I have proposd to you
You only seem to hate: Sir, is it so?
 If such religious thoughts about you dwell,
Why is it that you thus perplex your self?
Self-murder sure is much the greater sin.
Erminia too you say has broke her Vows,
She that will swear and lye, will do the rest.
And of these evils, this I think the least;
And as for me, I never thought it sin.

Phi. And canst thou have so poor a thought of her?

Alcan. I hope youll find her, Sir, as willing tot
As I am to suppose it; nay, believet,
Shell look upont as want of Love and Courage
Should you not now attempt it;
You know, Sir, theres no other remedy,
Take no denial, but the Game pursue,
For what she will refuse, she wishes you.

Phi. With such pretensions  she may angry grow.

Alcan. I never heard of any that were so,
For though the will to dot, and power they want,
They love to hear of what they cannot grant.

Phi. No more,
Is this your duty to your Prince,
You were not wont to counsel thus amiss,
Tis either Disrespect or some Design;
I could be wondrous angry with thee now,
But that my Grief has such possession here,
Twill make no room for Rage.

Alcan. I cannot, Sir, repent of what Ive said,
Since all the errors which I have committed
Are what my passion to your interest led me to,
But yet I beg your Highness would recal
That sense which would persuade you tis unjust.

Phi. Name it no more, and Ill forgive it thee.

Alcan. I can obey you, Sir.

Phi. What shall we do to night, I cannot sleep.

Alcan. Im good at watching, and doing any thing.

Phi. Well serenade the Ladies and the Bride.  The first we may disturb, but she I fear Keeps watch with me to night, though not like me.

Enter a Page of the Princes.

Phi. How now,
Is the Musick ready which I spoke for?

Page. They wait your Highnesss command.

Phi. Bid them prepare, Im coming. [Ex. Page. Soft touches may allay the Discords here,
And sweeten, though not lessen my Despair.



The Court Gallery.

Enter Pisaro alone.

Pis. Ha! whos that? a Lover, on my life,
This amorous malady reigns every where;
Nor can my Sister be an ignorant 
Of what I saw this night in Galatea: Ill question her  Sister, Aminta,
Sister. [Calls as at her Lodgings.

Enter Lysette.

Lys. Who calls my Lady?

Pis. Wheres my Sister?

Lys. I cry your Lordships mercy;
My Lady lies not in her Lodgings to night;
The Princess sent for her,
Her Highness is not well. [She goes in.

Pis. I do believe it, good night,

Enter a Page.

 Whos there?

Page. Your Lordships Page.

Pis. Where hast thou been? I wanted thee but now.

Page. I fell asleep ith Lobby, Sir, and had not wakend Yet, but for the Musick which plays at the Lodgings Of my Lady Erminia.

Pis. Curse on them; will they not allow him nights to himself;
tis hard.
This night Im wiser grown by observation,
My Love and Friendship taught me jealousy,
Which like a cunning Spy brought in intelligence
From every eye less wary than its own;
They told me that the charming Galatea,
In whom all power remains,
Is yet too feeble to encounter Love;
I find she has receivd the wanton God,
Maugre my fond opinion of her Soul.
And tis my Friend too thats become my Rival.
I saw her lovely Eyes still turn on him,
As Flowers to thSun: and when he turnd away
Like those she bowd her charming head again.
 On thother side the Prince with dying looks
Each motion watchd of fair Erminias eyes,
Which she returnd as greedily again,
And if one glance t Alcippus she directed,
Hed stare as if he meant to cut his throat fort.

Friend, thou hast a sure defence of me,
My Love is yet below my Amity.



Draws off, discovers Philander and Alcander with Musick at the Chamber-door of Erminia; to them Pisaro, who listens whilst the Song is sung.

The Song for the Page to sing at Erminias Chamber-door.

Amintas that true-hearted Swain
Upon a Rivers bank was laid,
Where to the pitying streams he did complain
Of Sylvia that false charming Maid,
But she was still regardless of his pain:
Oh faithless Sylvia! would he cry,
And what he said the Echoes would reply.
Be kind or else I die, E. I die.
Be kind or else I die, E. I die.

A shower of tears his eyes let fall,
Which in the River made impress,
Then sighd, and Sylvia false again would call,
A cruel faithless Shepherdess.
Is Love with you become a criminal?
Ah lay aside this needless scorn,
Allow your poor Adorer some return,
Consider how I burn, E. I burn.
Consider, &c.

Those Smiles and Kisses which you give.
Sylvia, are my due;
And all the Joys my Rival does receive
He ravishes from me, not you.
Ah Sylvia, can I live and this believe?
Insensibles are touched to see
My languishments, and seem to pity me.
Which I demand of thee, E. of thee,
Which I demand, &c.

Pis. Whats all this?

Phi. Whos there?

Pis. A Man, a Friend to the General.

Phi. Then thourt an Enemy to all good Men. 
Does the ungrateful Wretch hide his own head,
And send his Spies abroad?

Pis. He is too great to fear, and needs them not: And him thou termest so, scorns the Office too.

Phi. What makest thou here then, when the whole Worlds asleep? Be gone, there lies thy way, whereer thy business be.

Pis. It lies as free for thee, and heres my business.

Phi. Thou lyest, rude man.

Pis. Why, what art thou darest tell me so ith dark? 
Day had betrayd thy blushes for this Boldness.

Phi. Tell me who tis that dares capitulate?

Pis. One that dares make it good.

Phi. Draw then, and keep thy word.

Alcan. Stand by, and let me do that duty, Sir. [He steps between them, they fight,
Pisaro falls.  Heres thy reward, whoeer thou art.

Phi. Hast thou no hurt?

Alcan. I think not much, yet somewhere tis I bleed.

Pis. What a dull beast am I!

[Exeunt Prince and Alcan.

Enter Page.

Page. My Lord, ist you are fallen? Help,
Murder! Murder!

Pis. Hold, bawling Dog.

Enter Alcippus in a Night-gown, with a Sword in his hand, a Page with Lights.

Alcip. Twas hereabouts  whos this,
Pisaro wounded? [He looks up. How camst thou thus? Come up into my Arms.

Pis. Twas Jealousy,
Alcippus, that wild Monster,
Who never leaves us till he has thus betrayd us.
 Pox ont, I am ashamd to look upon thee.
I have disturbd you to no purpose, Sir.
I am not wounded, go to bed again.

Alcan. Ill see thee to thy Lodgings first,

Pis. Twill be unkind both to your self and me.



The Court Gallery.

Enter Philander and Alcander with a Light.

Alcan. Hes gone, whoeer he be.

Phi. It could not be Alcippus.

Alcan. I rather fear Pisaro,  But we soon enough shall know: Whos this?

Enter Erminia in her Night-gown, and lsillia with Lights.

Er. Methought I heard Alcippus and the Prince Before the cry of Murder. I die if those two Rivals have encounterd.

Phi. Ah,
Madam, cease that fear, they both are safe From all but from the Wounds which you have given them.

Er. Oh Gods, what make you here! and wheres Alcippus?

Phi. Where I had been had Heaven been bountiful.

Er. Alas, Sir, what do you mean? what have you done? And where have you bestowd him?

Phi. Why all this high concern, Erminia? Has he so reconcild you to him since I saw you last? This is not kind to me.

Er. Oh, tell me not of kindness, wheres Alcippus?

Alcan. Madam, of whom do you demand Alcippus? Neither of us have seen him.

Phi. Go, you are a Woman, a vain peevish Creature.

Er. Sir, tis but just you should excuse my Fear,
Alcippus is my Husband, and his Safety Ought to become my care.

Phi. How, Erminia! Can you so soon yield up my right to him,
And not blush whilst you own your Perjury?

Er. Now, Sir, you are much to blame;
I could have borne the rest, but this concerns me:
I fear I have but too well kept my Vows with you,
Since you are grown but to suspect I have not.

Phi. Pardon me,
Dear, the errors of my Passion;
It was a Sin so natural,
That even thy unkindly taking it
Approachd too near it, not to gain my Pardon;
But tell me why you askt me for Alcippus?

Er. Sir, eer I could dispose my Eyes to sleep,
I heard the Musick at my Chamber-door,
And such a Song as could be none but yours;
But that was finishd in a noise less pleasant,
In that of Swords and Quarrel;
And amongst which,
I thought I heard yours and Alcippus Voice:
(For I have kept my word, and lay not with him)
This brought me hither; but if I mistook,
Once more I beg your pardon.

Phi. Thou hast restord me to a world of Joys,
By what thou now hast said.

Enter Alcippus, his Sword in his Hand, a
Page with Light, he stands a while.

Alcip. Erminia! and the Prince! embracing too! I dream, and know she could not be thus base,
Thus false and loose  But here I am informd it is no Vision;  This was designd before, I find it now. [Lays his hand on his heart.

Er. Alcippus, oh my fears! [Goes to them, takes her by the hand.

Alcip. Yes,
Too soon arrivd for his and your repose.

Phi. Alcippus, touch her not.

Alcip. Not touch her! by Heaven, I will,
And who shall hinder me? Who ist dares say I shall not touch my Wife?

Phi. Villain, thou lyst.

Alcip. That yare my Prince shall not defend you here. Draw, Sir, for I have laid respect aside.

[Strikes, they fight a little,
Alcippus is wounded,
Alcander supports him.

Er. Oh Gods, what mean you? hold,
Philander, hold.

Phi. Life of my Soul, retire,
I cannot hear that Voice and disobey;
And you must needs esteem him at low rates,
Who sells thee and his Honour for a Tear.

Er. Upon my knees I beg to be obeyd, [She kneels.  But if I must not, here discharge your Anger.

Phi. You are too great a Tyrant where you may.

[Exeunt Erminia and Alcippus.

Phi. Stay, shall I let her go? shall her Commands,
Though they have power to take my Life away,
Have force to suffer me to injure her? 
Shall she be made a prey, and I permit it,
Who only have the interest to forbid it?  
No, let me be accurst then. [Offers to follow.

Alcan. What mean you, Sir?

Phi. Force the bold Ravisher to resign my Right. Alcander, is not she my Wife, and I his Prince?

Alcan. Tis true, Sir: And yave both power and justice on your side;
And there are times to exercise em both.

Phi. Fitter than this,

Alcan. This night Erminias Promise may repose you;
To morrow is your own  Till then I beg youd think your interest safe.

Phi. Alcander, thou hast peace about thee, and canst judge
Better than I, twixt what is just and fit.
[Puts up his Sword.
I hitherto believd my Flame was guided
By perfect Reason: so we often find
Vessels conducted by a peaceful Wind,
And meet no opposition in their way,
Cut a safe passage through the flattering Sea:
But when a Storm the bounding Vessel throws,
It does each way with equal rage oppose;
For when the Seas are mad, could that be calm
Like me, it woud be ruind in the Storm.




The apartments of Alcippus.

Enter Alcippus and Pisaro.

Pis. Tis much, my Lord, youll not be satisfyd.

Alcip. Friendships too near a-kin to Love,
To leave me any Peace, whilst in your Eyes
I read Reserves, which tis not kind to hide;
 Come, prithee tell me what the quarrel was,
And who twas with; thou shalt, my dear Pisaro.

Pis. Nay, now you urge me to impossibility: Good faith, I cannot tell, but guess the Prince.

Alcip. Tis true,
Pisaro, twas indeed the Prince. But what was thoccasion?

Pis. He calld me Spy, and I returnd thaffront,
But took no notice that he was my Prince:
It was a Folly I repented of;
But twas in a damnd melancholy Mood.

Alcip. Was it a going in or coming out?

Pis. From whence?

Alcip. Erminias Chamber; prithee let me know,
For I have fears that take away my sleep,
Fears that will make me mad, stark mad,

Pis. You do not well to fear without a cause.

Alcip. O Friend, I saw what thou canst neer conceive;
Last night I saw it when I came from thee:
And if thou gost about timpose upon me,
Ill cast thee from my Soul. Come out with it,
I see thy breast heave with a generous ardour,
As if it scornd to harbour a reserve,
Which stood not with its Amity to me.
Could I but know my Fate, I could despise it:
But when tis clad in Robes of Innocence,
The Devil cannot scape it: Something
Was done last night that gnaws my heart-strings;
And many things the Princess too let fall,
Gods! I know not how to put together.
And prithee be not thou a Ridler too:
But if thou knewst of ought that may concern me,
Make me as wise as thou art.

Pis. Sir, you are of so strange a jealous Humour,
And I so strangely jealous of your Honour,
That twixt us both we may make work enough;
But on my Soul I know no wrong you have.

Alcip. I must believe thee, yet methinks thy Face 
Has put on an unwonted gravity.

Pis. That,
Alcippus, youll not wonder at,
When you shall know you are my Rival.

Alcip. Nay, why shouldst thou delay me thus with stories? 
This shall not put me off.

Pis. Sir, Im in earnest, you have gaind that Heart,
For which I have receivd so many wounds;
Venturing for Trophies where none durst appear,
To gain at my Return one single smile,
Or that she would submit to hear my story:
And when shhas said, twas bravely done,
I thought the Glory recompensd the Toil;
And sacrificed my Laurels at her feet,
Like those who pay their first-fruits to the Gods,
To beg a blessing on the following Crop:
And never made her other signs of Love,
Nor knew I that I had that easy flame,
Till by her Eyes I found that she was mortal,
And could love too, and that my Friend is you.

Alcip. Thou hast amazd me, prithee speak more clearly.

Pis. My Lord, the Princess has a passion for you,
Have I not reason now to be your Enemy?

Alcip. Not till I make returns:
But now Im past redemption miserable.
Twas she Erminia told me dyd for me;
And I believd it but a slight of hers,
To put me from my Courtship.

Pis. No, twas a fatal Truth:
Alcippus, hadst thou seen her, whilst the Priest
Was giving thee to fair Erminia,
What languishment appeard upon her Eyes,
Which never were removd from thy lovd Face,
Through which her melting Soul in drops distilld,
As if she meant to wash away thy Sin,
In giving up that Right belongd 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 unconcernd
And freely did her Soul a passage find;
Whilst I transported had almost forgot
The Reverence due ther 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 tinhabit.

Alcip. I never thought thoudst had this Softness in thee.
How camst thou,
Friend, to hide all this from me?

Pis. My Lord, I knew not that I was a Lover;
I felt no flame, but a religious Ardour,
That did inspire my Soul with adoration;
And so remote I was from ought but such,
I knew not Hope, nor what it was to wish
For other blessings than to gaze upon her:
Like Heaven I thought she was to be possessd,
Where carnal Thoughts can no admittance find;
And had I not perceivd her Love to you,
I had not known the nature of my flame:
But then I found it out by Jealousy,
And what I took for a Seraphick motion,
I now decline as criminal and earthly.

Alcip. When she can love to a discovery,
It shows her Passion eminent and high;
 But I am married  to a Maid that hates me:
What help for that,
And thou hast something too to say of her,
What wast? for now thou hast undone me quite.

Pis. I have nought to say to her dishonour, Sir,
But something may be done may give you cause
To stand upon your Guard;
And if your Rage do not the mastery get,
I cannot doubt but what youll be happy yet.

Alcip. Without Erminia that can hardly be,
And yet I find a certain shame within
That will not suffer me to see the Princess;
I have a kind of War within my Soul,
My Love against my Glory and my Honour;
And I could wish,  alas, I know not what:
Prithee instruct me.

Pis. Sir, take a resolution to be calm,
And not like Men in love abandon Reason.
 You may observe the actions of these Lovers,
But be not passionate whateer you find;
That headstrong Devil will undo us all;
If youll be happy, quit its company.

Alcip. I fain would take thy counsel  [Pauses.

Pis. Come, clear up, my Lord, and do not hang the head
Like Flowers in storms; the Sun will shine again.
Set Galateas Charms before your Eyes,
Think of the Glory to divide a Kingdom;
And do not waste your noble Youth and Time
Upon a peevish Heart you cannot gain.
This day you must to thCamp, and in your absence
Ill take upon me what I scornd last night,
The Office of a Spy  
Believe me, Sir, for by the Gods I swear,
I never wishd the glory of a Conquest
With half that zeal as to compose these differences.

Alcip. I do believe thee, and will tell thee something That past between the Prince and I last night;
And then thou wilt conclude me truly miserable.



The Palace.

Enter Falatius,
Labree, as passing by they meet Cleontius.

Cle. Your Servant, my Lord.  So coldly, stay  your reason, Sir.

[Fal. puts off his Hat a little, and passes on.

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 Princes; wert ith Campania too,
If I mistake not.

Cle. Can you recal me by no better instances?

Fal. What need of any, pray?

Cle. I am a Gentleman.

Fal. Ha,

Labree, what means he now?
By Jove, I do not question it,

What need this odd Punctilio?
I call thee to no account.

Cle. Thats more than I can say to you, Sir.

Fal. Ill 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 deceivd her.

Lab. Bear up, Sir, be not huft. [Aside.

Fal. It may be so, but is she kind,
Cleontius? [Fal. bears up.

Cle. What mean you by that word?

Lab. Again, Sir, heres two to one. [Aside.

Fal. Will she do reason, or so? you understand me.

Cle. I understand that thourt an impudent fellow,
Whom I must cudgel into better manners.

Fal. Pox ont, who bears up now,

Cle. Beat thee till thou confess thou art an Ass,
And on thy knees confess it to Isillia,
Who after that shall scorn thee.

Lab. Railly with him, Sir, tis your only way, and put it 
Off with a jest; for hes in fury, but dares not Strike ith Court.

Fal. But must you needs do this, needs fight,

Cle. Yes, by all means, I find my self inclind tot.

Fal. You shall have your desire, Sir, farewel.

Cle. When, and where?

Fal. Faith, very suddenly, for I think it will not be
Hard to find men of your trade,
Men that will fight as long as you can do,
And Men that love it much better than I,
Men that are poor and damnd, fine desperate Rogues,
Rascals that for a Pattacoon a Man
Will fight their Fathers,
And kiss their Mothers into peace again:
Such, Sir, I think will fit you.

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. Youve too much wit to take ought ill from him: Lets know your quarrel.

Fal. By Jove,
Labree, I am undone again.

Cle. Madam, it was about  

Fal. Hold, dear Cleontius, hold, and Ill do any thing. [Aside.

Cle. Just nothing  

Fal. He was a little too familiar with me.

Cle. Madam, my Sister Isillia  

Fal. A curse, he will out with it  [Aside, pulls him by the Arm.

Cle. Confess she is your Mistress. [Aside.

Fal. I call my Mistress,

Am. My Cousin Isillia your Mistress! Upon my word, you are a happy Man.

Fal. By Jove, if she be your Cousin,
Madam, I love her much the better fort.

Am. I am beholding to you,
But then it seems I have lost a Lover of you.

Cle. Confess she has, or Ill so handle you.

[Ex. Labree.

Fal. Thats 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 Mans able to give them.

Oli. Is this your way of Courtship to Isillia?

[Ex. Cle.

Fal. By Jove,
Ladies, you get no more of that from me,
Tis that has spoiled you all; I find Alcander can
Do more with a dumb show, than I with all my
Applications and Address.

Oli. Why, my Brother can speak.

Fal. Yes, if any body durst hear him; by Jove, if you
Be not kind to him, hell hector you all; Ill get
The way ont too, tis the most prosperous one; I see no
Other reason you have to love Alcander
Better than I.

Am. Why should you think I do?

Fal. Devil, I seet well enough by your continual Quarrels with him.

Am. Is that so certain a proof?

Fal. Ever while you live, you treat me too Well ever to hope.

Enter Alcander, kneels, offers his Sword to Aminta.

 What new Masquerades this? by Jove,
Has more tricks than a dancing Bear.

Am. What mean you by this present?

Alcan. Kill me.

Am. What have you done to merit it?

Alcan. Do not ask, but dot.

Am. Ill have a reason first.

Alcan. I think Ive killd Pisaro.

Am. My Brother dead! [She falls into the arms of Oli.

Fal. Madam, look up, tis I that call.

Am. I care not who thou beest, but if a Man,
Revenge me on Alcander. [She goes out with Oli.

Fal. By Jove, she has mistook her Man,
This tis to be a Lover now:
A Mans never out of one broil or other;
But I have more Wit than Aminta this bout. [Offers to go.

Alcan. Come back and do your duty eer you go. [Pulls him.

Fal. I owe you much,

Alcan. Amimta said you should revenge her on me.

Fal. Her Words not Law I hope.

Alcan. And Ill obey  

Fal. That may do much indeed.
[Fal. answers with great signs of fear.

Alcan. This, if thou wert a Man, she bad thee do,
Why dost thou shake?

Fal. No, no, Sir, I am not the man she meant.

Alcan. No matter, thou wilt serve as well. A Lover! and canst disobey thy Mistress?

Fal. I do disown her, since she is so wicked To bid me kill my Friend. Why, thourt my Friend,

Alcan. Ill forgive thee that.

Fal. So will not his Majesty: I may be hangd fort.

Alcan. Thou shouldst be damnd eer disobey thy Mistress.

Fal. These be degrees of Love I am not yet arrivd at;
When I am, I shall be as ready to be damnd In honour as any Lover of you all.

Alcan. Ounds, Sir, dye railly with me?

Fal. Your pardon, sweet Alcander, I protest I am Not in so gay an humour.

Alcan. Farewell, I had forgot my self. [Exit.

Fal. Stark mad, by Jove  yet it may be not, for Alcander has many unaccountable humours. Well, if this be agreeable to Aminta, shes een as mad As he, and twere great pity to part them.

Enter Pisaro, Aminta, and Olinda.

Am. Well, have you killd him?

Fal. Some wiser than some,
Madam.  My Lord  what, alive?  [Sees Pisaro, runs to him, and embraces him.

Pis. Worth two dead men, you see.

Fal. Thats more than I could have said within
This half hour. Alcanders very Orlando, by Jove, and gone
To seek out one thats madder yet than himself
That will kill him.

Am. Oh, dear Falatius, run and fetch him back.

Fal. Madam, I have so lately scapd a scouring,
That I wish you would take it for a mark
Of my Passion to disobey you;
For he is in a damnd humour.

Am. Hes out of it by this, I warrant you;
But do not tell him that Pisaro lives.

Fal. Thats as I shall find occasion.
[Exit Fal.

Pis. Alcander is a worthy Youth and brave,
I wish you would esteem him so;
Tis true, theres now some difference between us,
Our Interests are disposd to several ways,
But Time and Management will join us all:
Ill leave you; but prithee make it thy business
To get my Pardon for last nights rudeness.

Am. I shall not fail.

[Exit Pis.

Re-enter Falatius, with Alcander melancholy.

Fal. Here,
Madam, here he is.

Am. Tell me,
Alcander, why you treat me thus? You say you love me, if I could believe you.

Alcan. Believe a Man! away, you have no wit, Ill say as much to every pretty Woman.

Am. But I have given you no cause to wrong me.

Alcan. That was my Fate, not Fault, I knew him not:
But yet to make up my offence to you,
I offer you my life; for Im undone,
If any faults of mine should make you sad.

Am. Here, take your Sword again, my Brothers well.
[She gives him his Sword again.

Fal. Yes, by Jove, as I am: you had been finely servd,
If I had killd you now.

Am. What, sorry for the news? ha, ha, ha.

Alcan. No, sorry yare a Woman, a mere Woman.

Am. Why, did you ever take me for a Man? ha, ha.

Alcan. Thy Soul, I thought, was all so; but I see
You have your weakness, can dissemble too;
 I would have sworn that Sorrow in your face
Had been a real one:
Nay, you can die in jest, you can, false Woman:
I hate thy Sex for this.

Fal. By Jove, there is no truth in them, thats flat.
[She looks sad.

Alcan. Why that repentant look? what new design?
Come, now a tear or two to second that,
And I am soft again, a very Ass.
 But yet that Look would call a Saint from thAltar,
And make him quite forget his Ceremony,
Or take thee for his Deity:
 But yet thou hast a very Hell within,
Which those bewitching Eyes draw Souls into.

Fal. Heres he that fits you,

Am. Nay, now yare too unjust, and I will leave you.

Alcan. Ah, do not go, I know not by what Magick, [Holds her. But as you move, my Soul yields that way too.

Fal. The truth ont is, she has a strong magnetick Power, that I find.

Alcan. But I would have none find it but my self,
No Soul but mine shall sympathize with hers.

Fal. Nay, that you cannot help.

Alcan. Yes, but I can, and take it from thee, if I thought it did so.

Oli. No quarrels here, I pray.

Fal. Madam, I owe a Reverence to the Place.

Alcan. Ill scarce allow thee that;
Madam, Ill leave you to your Lover.

Am. I hate thee but for saying so.

Alcan. Quit him then.

Am. So I can and thee too. [Offers to go out.

Alcan. The Devil take me if you escape me so. [Goes after her.

Fal. And Ill not be out-done in importunity.

[Goes after.


Galateas Apartments.

Enter Galatea and Erminia.

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

Gal. Erminia, eer you boast of what you are,
Since youre so high Ill tell you what you were:
Your Father was our General tis true,
That Title justly to his Sword was due;
Twas nobly gaind, and worth his Blood and Toils,
Had he been satisfied with noble Spoils:
But with that single honour not content,
He needs must undermine the Government;
And cause had gaind the Army to his side,
Believd his Treason must be justifyd.
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 Philanders Soul inspire,
And Fortune too conformd 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 witherd like an unseen Rose;
Twas that which brought thee to the Court, and there
Disposd thee next my self, ith highest Sphere:
Alas, obscurely else thoudst livd and died,
Not knowing thy own Charms, nor yet this Pride.

Er. Madam, in this your Bounty is severe,
Be pleasd to spare that repetition 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 Passion 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 thoudst prove
False to thy Prince, and Rival in my Love.
I thought too justly he that conquerd me
Had a sufficient power to captive thee;
Thoust now revengd thy Fathers shame and thine,
In taking thus Philanders 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 Gods,
Alcippus I do hate,
And would do any thing to change my fate;
Ought that were just and noble I dare do.

Gal. Enough, Erminia, I must credit you,
And will no other proof of it require,
But that youll 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 lovd 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 conceald? 
What could defend me from his jealous Rage?

Gal. Trust me, Erminia, Ill for that engage.

Er. And then my Honour by that flights oerthrown.

Gal. That being Philanders, hell preserve his own;
And that, Erminia, sure youll neer distrust.

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

Enter Aminta.

Am. Madam,
Alcippus waits for your Commands,
Hes 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,
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.

Am. No matter, Sir, you have the Year before you.

Alcip. Yes,
Madam, so has every Galley Slave,
That knows his Toil, but not his Recompence:
To morrow I expect no more content,
Than this uneasy Day afforded me;
And all before me is but one grand piece
Of endless Grief and Madness:
Madam, taught Erminia to be cruel,
A Vice without your aid she could have learnt;
And now to exercise that new taught Art,
She tries the whole experience on my Heart.

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,

Alcip. Pardon me,
Madam, if my Passion stray
Beyond the limits of my high respect; [He kneels.
 Tis a rude gust, and merits your reproaches:
But yet the saucy Flame can neer 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. Iad rather you should treat me as a Mortal,
Rise and begin to do so.

[He rises and bows.

Alcip. Now,
Madam, what must I expect from you?

Er. Alcippus, all thats to your Virtue due.

Alcip. In that but common Justice you allow.

Er. That Justice, Sir, is all I can bestow.

Alcip. In justice then you ought to me resign,
That which the Holy Priest intitled mine;
Yet that, without your Heart, I do despise,
For uncompelld Id have that sacrifice:
 Come ease me of that Pain that presses here,
Give me but Hope that may secure my Fear,
Im not ashamd to own my Soul possest
With Jealousy, that takes away my rest.
 Tell me youll love, or that my Suit is vain,
Do any thing to ease me of my pain.
Madam, why dye keep me in suspence?
This cannot be the effects of Innocence;
By Heaven, Ill know the cause, where eer it lies,
Nor shall you fool me with your feignd disguise.

Pis. You do forget your promise, and this Presence.
[Aside to Alcip.

Alcip. Twas kindly urgd, prithee be near me still,
And tell me of the faults that look unmanly.

Gal. Dear, if thou lovst me, flatter him a little. [To Er. aside.

Er. Tis hard to do, yet I will try it,

Gal. Ill leave you, that you may the better do so.  I hope,
Alcippus, youll revisit us With Lovers speed: And whatsoever treatment now you find,
At your return youll find us much more kind. [He bows, she goes out.

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 Im afraid I shall neglect my Vows,
And to return your Passion, grow ingrate.

Alcip. A few more syllables expressd like these,
Will raise my Soul up to the worst extreme,
And give me with your Scorn an equal torment.

Er. See what power your language has upon me. [Weeps.

Alcip. Ah, do not weep, a tear or twos enough
For the Completion of your Cruelty,
That when it faild to exercise your will,
Sent those more powerful Weapons from your Eyes,
And what by your severity you mist of,
These (but a more obliging way) perform.
Gently, Erminia, pour the Balsam in,
That I may live, and taste the sweets of Love.
 Ah, should you still continue, as you are,
Thus wondrous good, thus excellently fair,
I should retain my growing name in War,
And all the Glories I have venturd for,
And fight for Crowns to recompense thy Bounty.
 This can your Smiles; but when those Beams are clouded,
Alas, I freeze to very Cowardice,
And have not Courage left to kill my self.

Er. A Fate more glorious does that Life attend,
And does preserve you for a nobler end.

Alcip. Erminia, do not sooth my easy Heart,
For thou my Fate, and thou my Fortune art;
Whatever other blessings Heaven design,
Without my dear Erminia, Ill decline.
Madam, let me hope before I go,
In pity that you ought to let me do:
Tis all you shall allow mimpatient heart.

Er. Thats what against my will I must impart: But wish it please the Gods, when next we meet,
We might as Friends, and not as Lovers greet.




The Palace.

Enter Galatea and Aminta, met by Philander and Alcander.

Phi. So hasty, Sister!

Gal. Brother, I am glad to meet you. Aminta has some welcome News for you.

Am. My Lord! Erminia yet is hardly brought to yield;
She wants but some encouragement from you,
That may assist her weakness to subdue,
And twas but faintly she denyd to see you.

Phi. However, I will venture,
She can but chide, and that will soon be past: A Lovers Anger is not long to last.

Am. Isillia I have won to give you entrance.

Phi. Love furnish me with powerful Arguments: Direct my Tongue, that my disorderd Sense May speak my Passion more than Eloquence. [Aside.

Gal. But is Alcippus gone?

Alcan. Madam, an hour since.

Phi. Tis well; and Sister,
Whilst I persuade Erminia to this flight,
Make it your business to persuade the King,
Hang on his neck, and kiss his willing cheek:
Tell him how much you love him, and then smile,
And mingle Words with Kisses; twill oercome him
Thou hast a thousand pretty Flatteries,
Which have appeasd his highest fits of Passion:
A Song from thee has won him to that rest,
Which neither Toil nor Silence could dispose him to.
Thou knowst thy power, and now or never use it.

Gal. Twas thither I was going.

Phi. Mayst thou be prosperous.

[Exeunt Phi. and Gal. Aminta and Alcander stay.

Am. What now,

Alcan. As twas, Aminta.

Am. Hows that?

Alcan. Such a distracted Lover as you left me.

Am. Such as I found you too, I fear,

Alcan. Ah,
Madam, do not wrong me so;
Till now I never knew the joys and sorrows
That do attend a Soul in love like mine:
My Passion only fits the Object now;
I hate to tell you so, tis a poor low means
To gain a Mistress by, of so much wit:
Aminta, youre above that common rate
Of being won.
Mean Beauties should be flatterd into praise,
Whilst you need only Sighs from every Lover,
To tell you who you conquer, and not how,
Nor to instruct you what attracts you have.

Am. This will not serve to convince me,
But you have lovd before.

Alcan. And will you never quit that error,

Am. Tis what Ive reason to believe,
And you can give me none for loving me:
Im much unlike Lucinda whom you sighd for,
Im not so coy, nor so reservd as she;
Nor so designing as Florana your next Saint,
Who starvd you up with hope, till you grew weary;
And then Ardelia did restore that loss,
The little soft Ardelia, kind and fair too.

Alcan. You think youre wondrous witty now, Aminta,
But hang me if you be.

Am. Indeed,
Alcander, no, tis simple truth:
Then for your bouncing Mistress, long Brunetta,
O that majestick Garb, tis strangely taking,
That scornful Look, and Eyes that strike all dead
That stand beneath them.

Alcander, I have none of all these Charms:
But well, you say you love me; could you be
Content to dismiss these petty sharers in your Heart,
And give it all to me; on these conditions
I may do much.

Alcan. Aminta, more perhaps than I may like.

Am. Do not fear that,

Alcan. Your Jealousy incourages that Fear.

Am. If I be so, Im the fitter for your humour.

Alcan. Thats another reason for my fears; that ill-Luck owes us a spite, and will be sure to pay us with loving one another, a thought I dread. Farewel, Aminta; when I can get loose from Ardelia, I may chance wait on you, till then your own Pride be your Companion.

[Holds him.

Am. Nay, you shall not go, Alcander.

Alcan. Fy ont, those Looks have lost their wonted Force,
I knew youd call me back to smile upon me,
And then you have me sure; no, no, Aminta,
Ill no more of that. [Goes out.

Am. I have too much betrayd my Passion for him,
 I must recal it, if I can I must:  
I will  for should I yield, my powers oerthrown,
And whats a Woman when that glorys gone?



The Apartments of Alcippus.

Enter Alcippus and Pisaro.

Pis. You seemd then to be pleasd with what she said.

Alcip. And then methought I was so,
But yet even then I feard she did dissemble.  Gods, whats a Man possest with Jealousy?

Pis. A strange wild thing, a Lover without reason;
I once have provd the torture ont,
But as unlike to thine as good from evil;
Like fire in Limbecks, mine was soft and gentle,
Infusing kindly heat, till it distilld
The spirits of the Soul out at my Eyes,
And so it ended.
But thines a raging Fire, which never ceases
Till it has quite destroyd the goodly Edifice
Where it first took beginning.
Faith, strive, Sir, to suppress it.

Alcip. No, Ill let it run to its extent,
And see what then twill do.
Perhaps twill make me mad, or end my life,
Either of which will ease me.

Pis. Neither of these, Alcippus;
It will unman you, make you too despisd;
And those that now admire will pity you.

Alcip. What wouldst thou have me do?
Am I not tyd a Slave to follow Love,
Whilst at my back Freedom and Honour waits,
And I have lost the power to welcome them?
Like those who meet a Devil in the night,
And all afrighted gaze upon the Fury,
But dare not turn their backs to what they fear,
Though safety lie behind them.
Alas! I would as willingly as those
Fly from this Devil, Love.

Pis. You may, like those afrighted, by degrees
Allay your sense of terror in the Object,
And then its Power will lesson with your Fear,
And twill be easy to forgo the Fantasm.

Alcip. No, then like the damnd Ghost it follows me.

Pis. Let Reason then approach it, and examine it.

Alcip. Love is a surly and a lawless Devil,
And will not answer Reason.
I must encounter it some other way,
For I will lay the Fiend.

Pis. What would you have,

Alcip. Id have fair play,

 I find the cheat, and will not to the Camp;
 Thou shalt supply my place, and Ill return:
The Night grows on, and something will be done
That I must be acquainted with.

Pis. Pardon me, Sir, if I refuse you here; I find youre growing up to Jealousies,
Which Ill not trust alone with you.

Alcip. Thou knowst perhaps of something worthy it.

Pis. 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 ist you mean by this return,

Alcip. To see Erminia, is not that enough To one in love, as I am?

Pis. But, Sir, suppose you find Philander there?

Alcip. Then I suppose I shall not much approve ont.

Pis. You would be at your last nights rage again. 
Alcippus, this will ruin you for ever,
Nor is it all the Power you think you have 
Can save you, if he once be disobligd. Believe me twas the Princess passion for you Made up that breach last night.

Alcip. All this I know as well as you, Pisaro,
But will not be abusd; alas, Im lost:
Could I recal these two last days are past,
Ah, I should be my self again, Pisaro.
I would refuse these Fetters which I wear,
And be a Slave to nothing but to Glory.

Pis. That were a Resolution worthy of you.  But come, tis late, what you resolve conclude.

Alcip. I am resolvd I will not to the Camp, A secret inclination does persuade me To visit my Erminia to night.

Pis. Comes it from Love or Jealousy?

Alcip. The first, good faith,
Pisaro; thourt so fearful  You shall to thCamp before,
And Ill be with you early in the Morning.

Pis. Give me your hand, and promise to be calm.

Alcip. By all our Friendships, as the Western Winds, [Gives his hand. Nothing thats done shall eer inrage me more,
Honours the Mistress Ill henceforth adore. [Exit.

Pis. I will not trust you though.

[Goes out another way.


The Court Gallery.

Enter Philander and Alcander in their Clokes muffled as in the dark.

Alcan. Isillia. [Calls at the lodgings of Erminia.

Isil. [Entering.] Whos there?

Alcan. A Friend.

Isil. My Lord Alcander?

Alcan. The same.

Isil. Wheres the Prince?

Phi. Here, Isillia.

Isil. Give me your hand, my Lord, and follow me.

Phi. To such a Heaven as thou conductst me to,
Though thou shouldst traverse Hell, Id follow thee.

Alcan. Youll come back in charity,

Isil. Yes, if I dare trust you alone with me.

[They go all in.


Draws off, a Chamber, discovers Erminia in a dishabit, sitting; to her Philander, who falls at her feet, on his knees.

Er. My Lord the Prince, what makes your Highness here?

Phi. Erminia, why do ask that needless question? Twas Love,
Love thats unsatisfied, which brought me hither. [Kneels.

Er. Rise, Sir, this posture would become me better.

Phi. Permit me, dear Erminia  to remain thus.
Tis only by these signs I can exp