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_. to _Isillia_, Page to _Pisaro_. WOMEN. _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. ACT I. SCENE I. _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 oblig’d 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 o’th’ Victory which I gain’d, Was but deriv’d from him. _King_. Brave Youth, whose Infant years did bring us Conquests; And as thou grew’st to Man, thou grew’st in Glory, And hast arriv’d 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, That’s 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 obey’d 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.