Pim. Ay, Madam, we took her, we took her.
Cleo. So fair an one must merit my Esteem:
I hope there are not many such fine Creatures
Brought into the Camp against us; if there be,
The Scythians cannot doubt of Victory.
—Thy Name and Business here?
Ura. Urania, Madam—
My Story were too tedious for your Ear,
Nor were it fit I should relate it here.
—But ‘tis not as an Enemy I come,
’.is rather, Madam, to receive my Doom;
Nor am I by the chance of War betray’d,
But ‘tis a willing Captive I am made:
Your Pity, not your Anger I shall move,
When I confess my Fault is only Love,
Love to a Youth, who never knew till now
How to submit, nor cou’d to ought but you.
—His Liberty for Ransom you deny;
I dare not say that this is Cruelty,
Since yet you may be pleas’d to give me leave
To die with him, with whom I must not live.
Ther. Excellent Maid! what Generosity her Love has taught her! [Aside.
Cleo. That you esteem me cruel, is unkind, But Faults of Lovers must Forgiveness find: _Amintas’. Chains had far more easy been, Had he been less a Favorite to his King. —But you, Urania, may perhaps redeem That Captive which I would not render them.
Ura. Madam, this Bounty wou’d exceed Belief, But you too generous are to mock my Grief: And when you shall m’ unhappy Story learn, ’.will justify my Tears, and your Concern.
Cleo. I need no Arguments for what I do, But that I will, and then it must be so.
Ura. The Prince of Scythia in the Camp of Dacia!
If I could be mistaken in that form,
I’d hate my Eyes for thus deluding me:
But Heaven made nothing but Amintas like him. [Aside.
Cleo. Come, let’s to Court, by this the Queen expects us:
—You, my fair Prisoner, must along with me:
[Takes her Hand.
—Thy Hand, Clemanthis, too—Now tell me, Uncle,
[Takes him with the other Hand.
—What Scythian that beholds me thus attended,
Would not repine at my Felicity,
Having so brave a Friend, so fair an Enemy?
[Exeunt.