_Alcip_. ‘Tis she her self, Oh Gods, _Erminia_! [_She goes a little back, as afraid, he kneels_. --Ah, Madam, do not fear me in this posture, Which I will never quit till you have pardon’d me; It was a fault the most excusable, That ever wretched Lover did commit; And that which hinder’d me from following thee, Was that I could not well repent the Crime; But like a surly Sinner fac’d it out, And said, I thought ‘twas just, yes, fair _Erminia_; Hadst thou been mine, I would i’th’ face of Heaven, Proclaim it just and brave revenge: But, Madam, you were Wife to my Prince, And that was all my sin: Alas, in vain I hop’d for some return, And grew impatient of th’unkind delay, And frantickly I then out-run my happiness. _Er_. Rise, I forgive thee, from my soul I do; Mayst thou be happier In thy more glorious Passion for the Princess, And all the Joys thou e’er couldst hope from me, Mayst thou find there repeated. _Enter_ King, Orgulius, _and the rest_. _Org_. First, I’ll keep my word with thee, Receive the welcome present which I promis’d. [_Gives him_ Erminia, _she kneels_. _Er_. Can you forgive the Griefs I’ve made you suffer? _Org_. I can forgive, though ‘twas not kind To let me languish in a desperate Error; Why was this Blessing hid from me alone? _Er_. Ah, Sir, so well I knew you lov’d _Alcippus_, That had you known it e’er the Prince had own’d me, I fear you had restor’d me back again, A Sin too great to load your Soul withal. _Org_. My King already has forgiven that Error, And now I come to make my Peace with thee, And that I may with greatest speed obtain it, --To you, Sir, I resign her with as much Joy, [_To the Prince_. And when they undeceiv’d me Of my opinion of her being dead-- _Phi_. And I with greater Joy receive your gift. [_Bows and takes her_. _King_. My Lord _Alcippus_, are you pleas’d with this? _Alcip_. Sir, I am so pleas’d, so truly pleas’d with it, That Heaven, without this Blessing on my Prince, Had found but little trouble from my thanks, For all they have shower’d on me; ’.was all I wisht, next my Pretensions here. _King_. Then to compleat thy happiness, Take _Galatea_, since her Passion merits thee, As do thy Virtues her. [_Gives him_ Gal. _they both bow_. _Er_. Sir, I’ve an humble suit t’your Majesty. _King_. Conclude it granted then. _Er. Falatius_, Sir, has long made love t’ _Isillia_, And now he’as gain’d her Heart, he slights the Conquest, Yet all the fault he finds is that she’s poor. _King. Isillia’s_ Beauty can supply that want; _Falatius_, what d’ye say to’t? _Fal_. By _Jove_, Sir, I’ll agree to any thing; for I believe a handsome young Wife at Court may bring a Man a greater Fortune than he can in Conscience desire. [_Takes_ Isillia. _Er. Aminta_, be persuaded. [_Aside to_ Am. _Am_. He’d use me scurvily then. _Alcan_. That’s according as you behav’d yourself, _Aminta_.