King. Though that were honest, ‘twere not wisely done;
For had I known the passion of my Son,
And how essential ‘twas to his content
I willingly had granted my consent;
Her Worth and Beauty had sufficient been
T’ave rais’d her to the Title of a Queen.
Did not my glorious Father, great Gonzal,
Marry the Daughter of his Admiral?
And I might to my Son have been as kind,
As then my Father did my Grandsire find.
Org. You once believ’d that I had guilty been,
And had the Punishment, but not the Sin;
I suffer’d when ‘twas thought I did aspire,
And should by this have rais’d my crimes yet higher.
King. How did Philander take Erminia’s death?
Gal. My own surprize and grief was so extream,
I know not what effects it had in him;
But this account of him, I’m forc’d to give,
Since she is dead, I know he cannot live.
King. I’ll know Philander’s fate e’er I proceed; And if he die, Alcippus too shall bleed.
[Exeunt.
SCENE VIII. The Gallery.
Enter Falatius and Labree.
Fal. Wert thou never valiant, Labree?
Lab. Yes, Sir, before I serv’d you, and since too: I Am provok’d to give you proofs on’t sometimes; For when I am angry I am a very Hector.