Enter Galatea, Aminta, and Olinda.
Gal. Will Erminia come?
Oli. Madam, I thought she’d been already here.
Gal. But prithee how does she support this news?
Oli. Madam, as those unreconciled to Heaven Would bear the pangs of death.
Am. Time will convince her of that foolish error, Of thinking a brisk young Husband a torment.
Gal. What young Husband?
Am. The General, Madam.
Gal. Why, dost thou think she will consent to it?
Am. Madam, I cannot tell, the World’s inconstant.