Hon. What Shouts are these? [A Shout without.
Page. Madam, Clemanthis is arriv’d.
Qu. The News is welcome.
Enter Ther. kneels, kisses the Queen’s Hand; the same to Cleomena—salutes all.
Ther. Madam, the great Necessity which made me leave you,
When I believ’d my self unprofitable,
Could not detain me when I was assur’d
My Sword could do you Service.
Qu. This Visit recompenses all our Loss, You’ve made it in a time you may redeem The Opinion your Absence almost forfeited.
Hon. Sir, I cou’d chide you too, but that your Sight Changes my Anger into kinder Welcomes.
Ther. I ought to suffer, Sir, in your Opinion, Till my Excuses may redeem my Credit.
Cleo. How great at once, and innocent he seems,
And how his Eyes his past Offence redeems!
Whilst all my Cruelties they seem t’ upbraid,
They pardon too the Faults themselves have made.
Qu. I’m satisfy’d, and you are fitly come To share a Danger we are now disputing.