_Gal_. If e’er my Mother, Sir, were dear to you, As from your Tears I guest whene’er you nam’d her; If the remembrance of those Charms remain, Whose weak resemblance you have found in me, For which you oft have said you lov’d me dearly; Dispense your mercy, and preserve this Copy, Which else must perish with th’.riginal. _King_. Why all this Conjuration, _Galatea_? _Gal_. To move you, Sir, to spare _Alcippus’. Life. _King_. You are unjust, if you demand a Life Must fall a Sacrifice to _Erminia’s_ Ghost, That is a debt I have ingag’d to pay. _Gal_. Sir, if that Promise be already past, And that your Word be irrevocable, I vow I will not live a moment after him. _King_. How, _Galatea_! I’d rather hop’d you’d join’d Your Prayers with his. _Gal_. Ah, Sir, the late Petition which I made you Might have inform’d you why these Knees are bow’d; ’.was but this night I did confess I lov’d him, And you would have allow’d that Passion in me, Had he not been _Erminia’s_: And can you question now what this Address meant? _Org_. Remember, Sir, _Erminia_ was my Daughter. _Gal_. And, Sir, remember that I am your Daughter. _Org_. And shall the Traitor live that murder’d her? _Gal_. And will you by his Death, Sir, murder me? In dear _Erminia’s_ Death too much is done; If you revenge that Death, ‘tis two for one. _Org_. Ah, Sir, to let him live’s unjust in you. _Gal_. And killing me, you more injustice do. _Org. Alcippus_, Madam, merits not your Love, That could so cruel to _Erminia_ prove. _Gal_. If Lovers could be rul’d by Reason’s Laws, For this complaint on him we’ad had no cause. ’.was Love that made him this rash act commit; Had she been kind, ‘t had taught him to submit. --But might it not your present Griefs augment, I’d say that you deserve this punishment, By forcing her to marry with the General; By which you have destroy’d _Philander_ too, And now you would _Alcippus’. Life undo. _Org_. That was a fault of duty to your Majesty. _King_. Though that were honest, ‘twere not wisely done; For had I known the passion of my Son, And how essential ‘twas to his content I willingly had granted my consent; Her Worth and Beauty had sufficient been T’ave rais’d her to the Title of a Queen. Did not my glorious Father, great _Gonzal_, Marry the Daughter of his Admiral? And I might to my Son have been as kind, As then my Father did my Grandsire find. _Org_. You once believ’d that I had guilty been, And had the Punishment, but not the Sin; I suffer’d when ‘twas thought I did aspire, And should by this have rais’d my crimes yet higher. _King_. How did _Philander_ take _Erminia’s_ death? _Gal_. My own surprize and grief was so extream, I know not what effects it had in him; But this account of him, I’m forc’d to give, Since she is dead, I know he cannot live. _King_. I’ll know _Philander’s_ fate e’er I proceed; And if he die, _Alcippus_ too shall bleed. [_Exeunt_. SCENE VIII. _The Gallery_.