Enter the King and Orgulius.
Org. If murder’d Innocence do cry for Justice, Can you, great Sir, make a defence against it?
King. I think I cannot.
Org. Sir, as you are pious, as you are my King, The Lover and Protector of your People, Revenge Erminia’s Murder on Alcippus.
Gal. If e’er my Mother, Sir, were dear to you,
As from your Tears I guest whene’er you nam’d her;
If the remembrance of those Charms remain,
Whose weak resemblance you have found in me,
For which you oft have said you lov’d me dearly;
Dispense your mercy, and preserve this Copy,
Which else must perish with th’.riginal.
King. Why all this Conjuration, Galatea?
Gal. To move you, Sir, to spare _Alcippus’. Life.
King. You are unjust, if you demand a Life Must fall a Sacrifice to Erminia’s Ghost, That is a debt I have ingag’d to pay.
Gal. Sir, if that Promise be already past, And that your Word be irrevocable, I vow I will not live a moment after him.
King. How, Galatea! I’d rather hop’d you’d join’d Your Prayers with his.