Yet were my Answers such, as if you had
Told me a real Story of your Love:
And the same Answers I'le again renew;
My Will's confin'd; my Fathers last Commands
Left me no Choice but anothers will;
If I were free, I then durst speak my thoughts:
But I, in all, my Brother must obey.

_Ger._ He checks your Actions only, thoughts are free,
Suppose him willing, would you favour me?

_Eugen._ But to suppose without his Will's a Crime,
If I that supposition should declare.

_Ger._ I do confess I should be loath to own
That Blessing which I rate above my Life,
If 'twere bestow'd by any hands but yours;
Therefore by all your hopes I do conjure you,
If you dislike my Love, Command my silence.

_Eugen._ Interpret well my blushes, when I say
I cannot find a thought for such Commands.

_Ger._ Then I am happy 'bove the reach of Envy;
For I have his consent already granted,
He nam'd the day of Marriage as you enter'd.

_Eugen._ You see, my Lord, that I had cause for fear,
Since I'm bestow'd, and my consent ne're askt.
Sure my dead Father ne're design'd it so?