Gal. Ay, Aminta, in every thing but Love; And sure they cannot be in that: What say’st 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 Breast.
I ne’er durst give the unknown Tyrant room;
Lest he should make his resting place his home.
Gal. 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.
Gal. Aminta, when will thou this Humour lose?
Am. Faith, never, if I might my Humour chuse.
Gal. Methinks thou now should’st blush to bid me live.
Am. Madam, ‘tis the best counsel I can give.
Gal. Thy Counsel! Prithee, what dost counsel now?
Am. What I would take my self I counsel you.