Volume Ii Part 48 (2/2)
_Ors_. It is a Woman too! another Woman!
I wou'd embrace thee if I durst approach thee.
_Cleo_. You need not fear, you may embrace your Sister-- [Cleo. _embraces him_.
_Ors_. This is the kindest Women I e'er saw.
_Cleo_. Brother, behold this King no more your Enemy, Since I must pay him Duty as a Father.
_Enter_ Queen, Olympia, _Women_.
_Ors_. Hah, _Olympia_! sure 'tis an airy Vision--
_Ger_. Approach her, Sir, and try.
_Qu_. Permit a wretched Mother here to kneel.
_King_. Rise, Madam, and receive me as your Friend; This pair of Lovers has united all our Interests.
[_Points to_ Cleo. _and_ Thers.
_Qu_. Heavens! what's this I see, _Clemanthis_ And the Prince of _Scythia_?
_Ther_. Yes, Madam, and a Man that humbly begs The happy t.i.tle of your Son--_Honorius_, Of you I ask the greatest Pardon-- [_Talks to_ Olympia.
_Ors_. I am a King, and do adore thee too, And thou shalt rule a World with me, my Fair; A Sword I'll give thee, with a painted Bow, Whence thou shalt shoot a thousand gilded Arrows.
_Olym_. What to do, Sir?
_Ors_. To save the expence of Cruelty; For they will kill as sure, but rightly aim'd; This n.o.ble Fellow told me so. [_To_ Val.
_Olym_. Sir, I'll do any thing that you will have me: But now the Queen your Mother, Sir, expects you.
_Ors_. Instruct my Eyes, _Olympia_, for 'tis lately I've learnt of some such thing.
_Olym_. This, Sir, you ought to kneel to her.
_Ors_. Must I then kneel to ought but Heaven and thee?
[_Kneels_.
_Qu_. My dear _Orsames_, let my Tears make way.
Before I can a.s.sure thee of my Joy.
_Ors_. G.o.ds! how obliging is this kind Concern!
Not all my Pa.s.sion for my fair _Olympia_ Cou'd ever yet betray me to a Tear.
[_Weeps_.
_Qu_. Thou'st greater need of Anger than of Tears, Having before thy Eyes thy worst of Enemies, One that has long depriv'd thee of a Crown, Through what she thought her Duty to the G.o.ds; But now repents her superst.i.tious Error, And humbly begs thy Pardon.
_Ors_. I will, if you'll implore _Olympia_ but to love me.
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