Chapter 55

_Enter_ Pisaro _alone_.

_Pis_. Ha! who’s that? a Lover, on my life, This amorous malady reigns every where; Nor can my Sister be an ignorant Of what I saw this night in _Galatea_: I’ll question her--Sister, _Aminta_, Sister. [_Calls as at her Lodgings_.

_Enter_ Lysette.

_Lys_. Who calls my Lady?

_Pis_. Where’s my Sister?

_Lys_. I cry your Lordship’s mercy; My Lady lies not in her Lodgings to night; The Princess sent for her, Her Highness is not well. [_She goes in_.

_Pis_. I do believe it, good night, _Lysette_.

_Enter a_ Page.

--Who’s there?

_Page_. Your Lordship’s Page.

_Pis_. Where hast thou been? I wanted thee but now.

_Page_. I fell asleep i’th’ Lobby, Sir, and had not waken’d Yet, but for the Musick which plays at the Lodgings Of my Lady _Erminia_.

_Pis_. Curse on them; will they not allow him nights to himself; ‘tis hard. This night I’m wiser grown by observation, My Love and Friendship taught me jealousy, Which like a cunning Spy brought in intelligence From every eye less wary than its own; They told me that the charming _Galatea_, In whom all power remains, Is yet too feeble to encounter Love; I find she has receiv’d the wanton God, Maugre my fond opinion of her Soul. And ‘tis my Friend too that’s become my Rival. I saw her lovely Eyes still turn on him, As Flowers to th’.un: and when he turn’d away Like those she bow’d her charming head again. --On th’other side the Prince with dying looks Each motion watch’d of fair _Erminia’s_ eyes, Which she return’d as greedily again, And if one glance t’ _Alcippus_ she directed, He’d stare as if he meant to cut his throat for’t.

_Well, Friend, thou hast a sure defence of me, My Love is yet below my Amity_.

[_Ex_.