Am. My Lord!
Erminia yet is hardly brought to yield;
She wants but some encouragement from you,
That may assist her weakness to subdue,
And ‘twas but faintly she deny’d to see you.
Phi. However, I will venture, She can but chide, and that will soon be past: A Lover’s Anger is not long to last.
Am. Isillia I have won to give you entrance.
Phi. Love furnish me with powerful Arguments: Direct my Tongue, that my disorder’d Sense May speak my Passion more than Eloquence. [Aside.
Gal. But is Alcippus gone?
Alcan. Madam, an hour since.
Phi. ‘Tis well; and Sister,
Whilst I persuade Erminia to this flight,
Make it your business to persuade the King,
Hang on his neck, and kiss his willing cheek:
Tell him how much you love him, and then smile,
And mingle Words with Kisses; ‘twill o’ercome him
Thou hast a thousand pretty Flatteries,
Which have appeas’d his highest fits of Passion:
A Song from thee has won him to that rest,
Which neither Toil nor Silence could dispose him to.
Thou know’st thy power, and now or never use it.
Gal. ‘Twas thither I was going.
Phi. May’st thou be prosperous.
[Exeunt Phi. and Gal. Aminta and Alcander stay.