ACT I.
SCENE I. A Grove near the Camp.
Enter Pimante with Letters.
Gone! Well, I have never the Luck, I thank my Stars, to meet with any of these mighty Men of Valour.—Vallentio! Noble Colonel.
Enter Vallentio.
Val. Pimante! Why, what the Devil brought thee to the Camp?
Pim. Affairs, Affairs—
Val. They must be wondrous pressing that made thee venture; but the Fighting’s past, and all the Noise over; every Man of Fame gone to receive what’s due to his Merit; and the whole Camp looks now like a City in a great Plague, no stirring—But what’s thy Business here?
Pim. Why, I brought Letters from the Queen to that same mighty Man of Prowess—what d’ye call him?
Val. The brave Clemanthis?