WOMEN.

Galatea, Daughter to the King, Mrs. Jennings. Erminia, Daughter to Orgulius, espous’d to the Mrs. Betterton. 
   Prince,
Aminta, Sister to Pisaro, in love with Alcander, Mrs. Wright. Olinda, Sister to Alcander, Maid of Honour to Mrs. Lee.
   the Princess,
Isillia, Sister to Cleontius, Woman to Erminia, Mrs. Clough. Lysette, Woman to Aminta.  Clergy, Officers, Pages and Attendants.

Scene within the Court of FRANCE.

ACT I.

SCENE I. The Palace.

    Enter King, Philander, Orgulius, Alcippus, Alcander,
    Pisaro, Cleontius, Falatius; and Officers.

King.  How shall I now divide my Gratitude, Between a Son, and one that has oblig’d me, Beyond the common duty of a Subject?

Phil.  Believe me, Sir, he merits all your Bounty,
I only took example by his Actions;
And all the part o’th’ Victory which I gain’d,
Was but deriv’d from him.

King.  Brave Youth, whose Infant years did bring us Conquests;
And as thou grew’st to Man, thou grew’st in Glory,
And hast arriv’d to such a pitch of it,
As all the slothful Youth that shall succeed thee,
Shall meet reproaches of thy early Actions: 
When Men shall say, thus did the brave Alcippus;
And that great Name shall every Soul inspire
With Emulation to arrive at something,
That’s worthy of Example.

Alcip.  I must confess I had the honour, Sir,
To lead on twenty thousand fighting Men,
Whom Fortune gave the Glory of the Day to. 
I only bid them fight, and they obey’d me;
But ’twas my Prince that taught them how to do so.

King.  I do believe Philander wants no courage;
But what he did was to preserve his own. 
But thine the pure effects of highest Valour;
For which, if ought below my Crown can recompense,
Name it, and take it, as the price of it.

Alcip.  The Duty which we pay your Majesty, Ought to be such, as what we pay the Gods; Which always bears its Recompence about it.

King.  Yet suffer me to make thee some return,
Though not for thee, yet to incourage Bravery. 
I know thy Soul is generous enough,
To think a glorious Act rewards it self. 
But those who understand not so much Virtue,
Will call it my neglect, and want of Gratitude;
In this thy Modesty will wrong thy King.
Alcippus, by this pause you seem to doubt
My Power or Will; in both you are to blame.

Alcip.  Your pardon, Sir; I never had a thought
That could be guilty of so great a Sin. 
That I was capable to do you service,
Was the most grateful Bounty Heaven allow’d me,
And I no juster way could own that Blessing,
Than to imploy the Gift for your repose.