Gal. Trust me, Erminia, I’ll for that engage.
Er. And then my Honour by that flight’s o’erthrown.
Gal. That being Philander’s, he’ll preserve his own; And that, Erminia, sure you’ll ne’er distrust.
Er. Ah, Madam, give me leave to fear the worst.
Enter Aminta.
Am. Madam, Alcippus waits for your Commands, He’s going to the Camp.
Gal. Admit him.
Enter Alcippus and Pisaro.
Gal. Alcippus, ‘tis too soon to leave Erminia.
Alcip. I wish she thought so, Madam,
Or could believe with what regret I do so;
She then would think the fault were much too small
For such a Penance as my Soul must suffer.