[Gives him Gal. they both bow.
Er. Sir, I’ve an humble suit t’your Majesty.
King. Conclude it granted then.
Er. Falatius, Sir, has long made love t’ Isillia, And now he’as gain’d her Heart, he slights the Conquest, Yet all the fault he finds is that she’s poor.
King. Isillia’s Beauty can supply that want; Falatius, what d’ye say to’t?
Fal. By Jove, Sir, I’ll agree to any thing; for I believe a handsome young Wife at Court may bring a Man a greater Fortune than he can in Conscience desire. [Takes Isillia.
Er. Aminta, be persuaded. [Aside to Am.
Am. He’d use me scurvily then.
Alcan. That’s according as you behav’d yourself, Aminta.
Am. I should domineer.