[_Exeunt severally_. SCENE II. Galatea’s _Apartments_. _Enter_ Galatea, Aminta, _and_ Olinda. _Gal_. Will _Erminia_ come? _Oli_. Madam, I thought she’d 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, Madam. _Gal_. Why, dost thou think she will consent to it? _Am_. Madam, I cannot tell, the World’s inconstant. _Gal_. Ay, _Aminta_, in every thing but Love; And sure they cannot be in that: What say’st thou, _Olinda_? _Oli_. Madam, my Judgment’s naught. Love I have treated as a stranger Guest, Receiv’d him well, not lodg’d him in my Breast. I ne’er 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 should’st 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 you’ll miss the Cure. _Am_. Physicians, Madam, can the Patient heal Although the Malady they ne’er did feel; But your Disease is epidemical, Nor can I that evade that conquers all. I lov’d, 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 Arm’d with resistless fire first seiz’d my Heart; ’.was long then e’er the Boy could entrance get, And make his little Victory compleat; And now he’as got the knack on’t, ‘tis with ease He domineers, and enters when he please. _Gal_. My Heart, _Aminta_, is not like to thine. _Am_. Faith, Madam, try, you’ll find it just like mine. The first I lov’d was _Philocles_, and then Made Protestations ne’er to love again, Yet after left him for a faithless crime; But then I languisht even to death for him; --But Love who suffer’d 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 look’st so gay, But thou hast ne’er a Father to obey. [_Sighing_. _Am_. Why, if I had I would obey him too. _Gal_. And live? _Am_. And live.