Pis. Ha! who’s that? a Lover, on my life, This amorous malady reigns every where; Nor can my Sister be an ignorant Of what I saw this night in Galatea: I’ll question her—Sister, Aminta, Sister. [Calls as at her Lodgings.

Enter Lysette.

Lys. Who calls my Lady?

Pis. Where’s my Sister?

Lys. I cry your Lordship’s mercy; My Lady lies not in her Lodgings to night; The Princess sent for her, Her Highness is not well. [She goes in.

Pis. I do believe it, good night, Lysette.

Enter a Page.

—Who’s there?

Page. Your Lordship’s Page.

Pis. Where hast thou been? I wanted thee but now.

Page. I fell asleep i’th’ Lobby, Sir, and had not waken’d Yet, but for the Musick which plays at the Lodgings Of my Lady Erminia.

Pis. Curse on them; will they not allow him nights to himself; ‘tis hard. This night I’m wiser grown by observation, My Love and Friendship taught me jealousy, Which like a cunning Spy brought in intelligence From every eye less wary than its own; They told me that the charming Galatea, In whom all power remains, Is yet too feeble to encounter Love; I find she has receiv’d the wanton God, Maugre my fond opinion of her Soul. And ‘tis my Friend too that’s become my Rival. I saw her lovely Eyes still turn on him, As Flowers to th’.un: and when he turn’d away Like those she bow’d her charming head again. —On th’other side the Prince with dying looks Each motion watch’d of fair Erminia’s eyes, Which she return’d as greedily again, And if one glance t’ Alcippus she directed, He’d stare as if he meant to cut his throat for’t.

Well, Friend, thou hast a sure defence of me, My Love is yet below my Amity.

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