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_. SCENE I. _The Palace_. _Enter_ Philander _and_ Galatea _inrag’d_. _Phi_. ‘Tis done, ‘tis done, the fatal knot is ty’d, _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 Brother’s name, Suffers his Patience to surmount his Flame; I’ll reach the Victor’s heart, and make him see, That Prize he has obtain’d 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 th’.lmighty 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 bath’d and cool’d 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 ne’er retrieve More by the Victor’s death, than if he live, For she in Honour cannot him prefer, Who shall become her Husband’s Murderer; By safer ways you may that blessing gain, When venturing thus through Blood and Death prove vain.