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. _Am_. Why, did you ever take me for a Man? ha, ha. _Alcan_. Thy Soul, I thought, was all so; but I see You have your weakness, can dissemble too; --I would have sworn that Sorrow in your face Had been a real one: Nay, you can die in jest, you can, false Woman: I hate thy Sex for this. _Fal_. By Jove, there is no truth in them, that's flat. [_She looks sad_. _Alcan_. Why that repentant look? what new design? Come, now a tear or two to second that, And I am soft again, a very Ass. --But yet that Look would call a Saint from th'Altar, And make him quite forget his Ceremony, Or take thee for his Deity: --But yet thou hast a very Hell within, Which those bewitching Eyes draw Souls into. _Fal_. Here's he that fits you, Ladies. _Am_. Nay, now y'are too unjust, and I will leave you. _Alcan_. Ah, do not go, I know not by what Magick, [_Holds her_. But as you move, my Soul yields that way too. _Fal_. The truth on't is, she has a strong magnetick Power, that I find. _Alcan_. But I would have none find it but my self, No Soul but mine shall sympathize with hers. _Fal_. Nay, that you cannot help. _Alcan_. Yes, but I can, and take it from thee, if I thought it did so. _Oli_. No quarrels here, I pray. _Fal_. Madam, I owe a Reverence to the Place. _Alcan_. I'll scarce allow thee that; Madam, I'll leave you to your Lover. _Am_. I hate thee but for saying so. _Alcan_. Quit him then. _Am_. So I can and thee too. [_Offers to go out_. _Alcan_. The Devil take me if you escape me so. [_Goes after her_. _Fal_. And I'll not be out-done in importunity. [_Goes after_. SCENE III. Galatea's _Apartments_. _Enter_ Galatea _and_ Erminia. _Er_. And 'tis an act below my Quality, Which, Madam, will not suffer me to fly. _Gal. Erminia_, e'er you boast of what you are, Since you're so high I'll tell you what you were: Your Father was our General 'tis true, That Title justly to his Sword was due; 'Twas nobly gain'd, and worth his Blood and Toils, Had he been satisfied with noble Spoils: But with that single honour not content, He needs must undermine the Government; And 'cause h'ad gain'd the Army to his side, Believ'd his Treason must be justify'd. For this (and justly) he was banished; Where whilst a low and unknown life he led, Far from the hope an
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