Volume Ii Part 48 (1/2)

If she still love _Clemanthis_.

_Cleo_. There needs no more to make me know that Voice.

Oh stay, this Joy too suddenly surprizes-- [_Ready to swound_.

--Gently distil the Bliss into my Soul, Lest this Excess have the effects of Grief: --Oh, my _Clemanthis_! do I hold thee fast?

And do I find thee in the Prince of _Scythia_?

_King_. I lose my Reason by this strange encounter!

_Ther_. Was't then a secret to my _Cleomena_, That her _Clemanthis_ was the Prince of _Scythia_?

I still believ'd that was his only Crime.

_Cleo_. By all my Joys I knew it not--but sure This is Enchantment; for it is as certain These Eyes beheld thee dead.

_Pim_. Ay, and so did I, I'll be sworn.

_Ther_. That must be poor _Amintas_ in my Dress, Whose Story, when you know, you will bemoan.

_Cleo_. But oh my Life! the cruel Wound I gave thee, Let me be well a.s.sur'd it is not mortal, Or I am lost again.

_King_. The Surgeon gives me hopes, and 'twere convenient You should forbid him not to speak too much--

_Enter a Soldier_.

_Sold_. Arm, arm, great Sir, I think the Enemy Is rallying afresh, for the Plain is cover'd With numerous Troops, which swiftly make this way.

_King_. They dare not break the Truce.

_Sold_. I know not, Sir, but something of a King I heard them talk of--

_Cleo_. It is _Vallentio_ that has kept his word-- Receive 'em, Sir, as Friends, not Enemies; It is my Brother, who ne'er knew till now Ought of a peopled World.

_King_. I long to see that Monarch, whose Friends.h.i.+p I Must court for you, fair Princess: If you'll accept _Thersander_ whom I offer'd, I do not doubt an happy Peace on both sides.

_Cleo_. Sir. 'tis an honour which we ought to sue for.

_Ther_. And 'tis to me a Blessing-- I wanted Confidence to ask of Heaven.

_Enter_ Ors. Val. Hon. Art. Ism. Geron. _Soldiers, &c_. Ors.

_drest gay with a Truncheon in his Hand, advances first, is met by the_ King, _who gaze on each other_.

_Ors_. If thou be'st he that art _Orsames'_ Enemy, I do demand a Sister at thy Hands.

_King_. Art thou _Orsames_?

_Ors_. So I am call'd by all that yet have view'd me: --Look on me well-- Dost see no marks of Grandure in my Face?

Nothing that speaks me King?

_King_. I do believe thou art that King, and here [_Gives him_ Cleo.

I do resign that Sister thou demandest.