Sem. Would I knew whither, Madam.
Cleo. Why, is he no longer then in the Camp?
Sem. Ah, Madam, is he longer in the World? For ‘tis impossible to be imagin’d He parted hence with any Thought of Life.
Cleo. Send ev’ry way to find him—hark, I’m call’d— [Trumpets sound. And he that finds him first, is made for ever. Oh Jealousy, thou Passion most ingrate! Thy Ills procure more Mischief than thy Hate. ’.is thou art Tyrant, when Love bears the blame, ’.is pity thou’rt consistent with Love’s Flame. I’ll not my Weakness nor Resentment show; A Heart like mine, should sooner break than bow. —Come, my Semiris, we too long have stay’d; That Call, till now, was never disobey’d.
[Trumpets sound. Ex.
SCENE III. Scythian Tents.
Enter Amintas, drest fine, with Urania.
Ura. Within this Shade till the black Day be past, I will attend thy Fortune, or thy Fate.
Amin. The King has taken Horse, the Fight’s begun, And I must leave thee to the Gods and Prayer.
Ura. Why was I made a Woman? or being so,
Why had I not a masculine Courage given me?
That side by side I might have shar’d thy Glory,
Or have expir’d together?