Ther. The General here so soon! [Aside.
Enter Honorius, Ismenes, Women, and Huntsmen.
Cleo. Welcome, victorious Uncle.
[Hon. kisses Cleo’s Hand.
Hon. Madam, I heard the Noise of Horns and Dogs,
And thought your Highness was abroad to Day;
Following the Cry, it brought me to this Company,
Who were in search for you, and ‘twas my Duty to attend them.
—My gallant Friend Clemanthis here!
This was above my hopes; let me embrace thee,—
And tell thee with what Joy I find thee in the presence
Of my fair Niece, who must prevail upon you
To wait on her to Court; what I cou’d not intreat, let her command.
Ther. Where Duty and my Inclination leads me, There needs no Invitation.
Cleo. Already, Uncle, he has promis’d it.
Ism. Sir, is this the Man to whom all Dacia is so much oblig’d?
Hon. This is that gallant Man, whose single Valour
Has gain’d the Victory over the Nomades,
Who kill’d their King, and scatter’d all their Forces;
And when my feeble Strength (which Age and Wars
Had made unfit for mighty Toils) grew faint,
He, like Aeneas, bore my aged Limbs
Through all the fiery Dangers of the Battel.
Ther. Too much you’ve said to my Advantage, Sir, Robbing the Gods and Fortune of their Glory.
Ism. Rank me amongst your Captives; for I find, Whether you fight or not, you must be Victor. [Embraces Ther.