Page. They wait your Highness’s command.
Phi. Bid them prepare, I’m coming. [Ex. Page. Soft touches may allay the Discords here, And sweeten, though not lessen my Despair.
[Exeunt.
SCENE V. The Court Gallery.
Enter Pisaro alone.
Pis. Ha! who’s that? a Lover, on my life, This amorous malady reigns every where; Nor can my Sister be an ignorant Of what I saw this night in Galatea: I’ll question her—Sister, Aminta, Sister. [Calls as at her Lodgings.
Enter Lysette.
Lys. Who calls my Lady?
Pis. Where’s my Sister?
Lys. I cry your Lordship’s mercy; My Lady lies not in her Lodgings to night; The Princess sent for her, Her Highness is not well. [She goes in.