Gal. Ah, Sir, the late Petition which I made you Might have inform’d you why these Knees are bow’d; ’.was but this night I did confess I lov’d him, And you would have allow’d that Passion in me, Had he not been Erminia’s: And can you question now what this Address meant?
Org. Remember, Sir, Erminia was my Daughter.
Gal. And, Sir, remember that I am your Daughter.
Org. And shall the Traitor live that murder’d her?
Gal. And will you by his Death, Sir, murder me? In dear Erminia’s Death too much is done; If you revenge that Death, ‘tis two for one.
Org. Ah, Sir, to let him live’s unjust in you.
Gal. And killing me, you more injustice do.
Org. Alcippus, Madam, merits not your Love, That could so cruel to Erminia prove.
Gal. If Lovers could be rul’d by Reason’s Laws,
For this complaint on him we’ad had no cause.
’.was Love that made him this rash act commit;
Had she been kind, ‘t had taught him to submit.
—But might it not your present Griefs augment,
I’d say that you deserve this punishment,
By forcing her to marry with the General;
By which you have destroy’d Philander too,
And now you would _Alcippus’. Life undo.
Org. That was a fault of duty to your Majesty.