Org.  My King already has forgiven that Error,
And now I come to make my Peace with thee,
And that I may with greatest speed obtain it,
—­To you, Sir, I resign her with as much Joy, [To the Prince. 
And when they undeceiv’d me
Of my opinion of her being dead—­

Phi.  And I with greater Joy receive your gift.
                                 [Bows and takes her.

King.  My Lord Alcippus, are you pleas’d with this?

Alcip.  Sir, I am so pleas’d, so truly pleas’d with it,
That Heaven, without this Blessing on my Prince,
Had found but little trouble from my thanks,
For all they have shower’d on me;
’Twas all I wisht, next my Pretensions here.

King.  Then to compleat thy happiness, Take Galatea, since her Passion merits thee, As do thy Virtues her.

[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.

Alcan.  I then should make love elsewhere.

Am.  Well, I find we shall not agree then.

Alcan.  Faith—­now we have disputed a point I never thought on before, I would willingly pursue it for the humour on’t, not that I think I shall much approve on’t.

Pis.  Give him your hand, Aminta, and conclude,
’Tis time this haughty humour were subdu’d. 
By your submission, whatsoe’er he seem,
In time you’ll make the greater Slave of him.

Am.  Well—­not from the hope of that, but from my Love,
His change of humour I’m content to prove. 
Here take me, Alcander;
Whilst to Inconstancy I bid adieu,
I find variety enough in you.

[He takes her and bows.

King.  Come my brave Youths, we’ll toil our selves with Joys,
And when we’re weary of the lazy play,
We’ll search abroad to find new Conquests out,
And get fresh Appetites to new Delights: 
It will redouble your vast stock of Courage,
And make th’uneasy Humour light and gentle;
When you remember even in heat of Battle,
That after all your Victories and Spoil,
You’ll meet calm Peace at home in soft Embraces. 
Thus may you number out your happy years,