[In a tone like a Spirit, and points to a Chair; soft
Musick begins to play, which continues all this Scene.

To disobey, thy punishment shall be;
To live in endless torments, but ne’er die.

Alcip.  Thou threatnest high, bold Rebel,
                         [He sits within the Scene, bows.

Er.  Alcippus, tell me what you see,
    What is’t that I appear to be?

Alcip.  My blest Erminia deify’d.

Er.  Alcippus, you inform me true;
    I am thus deify’d by you;
    To you I owe this blest abode,
    For I am happy as a God;
    I only come to tell thee so,
    And by that tale to end thy Woe;
    Know, Mighty Sir, your Joy’s begun,
    From what last night to me was done;
    In vain you rave, in vain you weep,
    For what the Gods must ever keep;
    In vain you mourn, in vain deplore
    A loss which tears can ne’er restore. 
    The Gods their Mercies will dispense,
    In a more glorious Recompence;
    A World of Blessings they’ve in store,
    A World of Honours, Vict’ries more;
    Thou shalt the Kingdom’s Darling be,
    And Kings shall Homage pay to thee;
    Thy Sword no bounds to Conquest set,
    And thy Success that Sword shall whet;
    Princes thy Chariot-wheel shall grace,
    Whilst thou in Triumph bring’st home Peace.

    This will the Gods; thy King yet more
    Will give thee what those Gods adore;
    And what they did create for thee_,
    Alcippus, look, for that is she.

Enter the Princess, who goes over the Stage as a Spirit, bows a little to Alcippus, and goes off.

Alcip.  The Princess! [He offers to rise.

Er. Be still; ’tis she you must possess,
    ’Tis she must make your happiness;
    ’Tis she must lead you on to find
    Those Blessings Heaven has design’d: 
    ’Tis she’ll conduct you, where you’ll prove
    The perfect Joys of grateful Love.

Enter Aminta like Glory, Alcander representing Honour. 
They pass over and bow, and go out.

    Glory and Honour wait on her.

Enter two more representing Mars and Pallas, bow and go out.

    With Pallas and the God of War,

Enter Olinda like Fortune, a Page like Cupid, bow and go out.

Fortune and Love which ne’er agree, Do now united bow to thee.  —­Be wise, and of their Bounties share; For if Erminia still was here, Still subject to the toils of Life, She never could have been thy Wife, Who by the Laws of Men and Heaven Was to another’s bosom given:  —­And what Injustice thou hast done, Was only to thy Prince alone; But he has mercy, can redeem Those Ills which thou hast done to him.  —­But see,