orant
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'Sun: 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_.

SCENE VI. _Draws off, discovers_ Philander_ and_ Alcander _with Musick
at the Chamber-door of_ Erminia; _to them_ Pisaro, _who listens whilst
the Song is sung_.

The Song for the _Page_ to sing at _Erminia's_ Chamber-door.

Amintas _that true-hearted Swain
Upon a River's bank was laid,
Where to the pitying streams he did complain
Of_ Sylvia _that false charming Maid,
But she was still regardless of his pain:
Oh faithless_ Sylvia! _would he cry,
And what he said the Echoes would reply_.
Be kind or else I die, _E_. I die.
Be kind or else I die, _E_. I die.

_A shower of tears his eyes let fall,
Which in the River made impress,
Then sigh'd, and_ Sylvia _false again would call,
A cruel faithless Shepherdess.