ACT, I. SCEN. II.
Enter Gallatea, Aminta, and Olinda.
Gall.
Will Erminia come?
Oli.
Madam, I thought she'd been already here.
Gall.
But prethee how does she support this news?
Oli.
Madam, as those unreconciled to Heaven
Would beare the pangs of death.
Am.
Time will convince her of that foolish error,
Of thinking a brisk young Husband a torment.
Gall.
What young Husband?—
Am.
The Generall, Madam.
Gall.
Why, dost thou think she will consent to it?
Am.
Madam, I cannot tell, the World's inconstant.
Gall.
I Aminta, in every thing but Love.
And sure they cannot be in that:
What sayest 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 brest.
I ne're durst give the unknown Tyrant room,
Lest he should make his resting place his home.
Gall.
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.
Gall.
Aminta, when wilt thou this humour lose?
Am.
Faith never, if I might my humour chuse.
Gall.
Me thinks thou now shouldst blush to bid me Live.
Am.
Madam, 'tis the best counsel I can give.
Gall.
Thy counsel! Prethee what dost counsel now?
Am.
What I would take my self I counsel you.
Gall.
You must my wounds and my misfortunes bear
Before you can become my Counseller.