Oli. Stay, Madam, he dies for you.
Am. He cannot do’t for any Woman living; But well—it seems he speaks of Love to you; To me he does appear a very Statue.
Oli. He nought but sighs and calls upon your name, And vows you are the cruell’st Maid that breathes.
Am. Thou can’st not be in earnest sure.
Oli. I’ll swear I am, and so is he.
Am. Nay, thou hast a hard task on’t, to make Vows to all the Women he makes love to; Indeed I pity thee; ha, ha, ha.
Oli. You should not laugh at those you have undone.
Aminta sings.
Hang Love, for I will never pine
For any Man alive;
Nor shall this jolly Heart of mine
The thoughts of it receive;
I will not purchase Slavery
At such a dangerous rate;
But glory in my Liberty,
And laugh at Love and Fate.
Oli. You’ll kill him by this cruelty.