Enter Vallentio, Urania, Pimante; Vallentio kneels and delivers Urania to the Princess.
Cleo. What new Encounter’s this?
Val. I need not ask where I shall pay my Duty: My Wonder will direct me to your Feet.
Cleo. Who knows the Man that makes me such a Present?
Hon. Madam, he is an Officer of mine,
A worthy gallant Fellow;
But one that hardly knows what Cities are,
But as he’as view’d ‘em through their batter’d Walls,
And after join’d ‘em to your Territories.
Cleo. Rise high in her Esteem that loves a Soldier.
[He rises.
Val. I need say nothing for my Prisoner, Madam,
Whose Looks will recommend her: only this,
It was against my Will I made her so,
Who ne’er refus’d till then to take your Enemies.
Ther. It is Urania, she’ll know me, and betray me. [Aside.
Cleo. Say, lovely Maid, whom, and from whence thou art?
Ura. A Scythian, Madam, and till now your Foe.