Er. Why should that blessing turn to my despair? Curse on his Faith that told him I was fair.
Org. ‘Tis strange to me you shou’d despise this Fortune, I always thought you well inclin’d to love him, I would not else have thus dispos’d of you.
Er. I humbly thank you, Sir, though’t be too late, And wish you yet would try to change my Fate; What to Alcippus you did Love believe, Was such a Friendship as might well deceive; ’.was what kind Sisters do to Brothers pay; Alcippus I can love no other way. —Sir, lay the Interest of a Father by, And give me leave this Lover to deny.
Org. Erminia, thou art young, and canst not see The advantage of the Fortune offer’d thee.
Er. Alas, Sir, there is something yet behind. [Sighs.
Org. What is’t, Erminia? freely speak thy mind.
Er. Ah, Sir, I dare not, you inrag’d will grow.
Org. Erminia, you have seldom found me so; If no mean Passion have thy Soul possest, Be what it will I can forgive the rest.
Er. No, Sir, it is no crime, or if it be, Let Prince Philander make the Peace for me; He ‘twas that taught the Sin (if Love be such.)
Org. Erminia, peace, he taught you then too much.