Ther. ‘Tis not the Danger, Madam, can divert me From enterprizing ought that is to serve you.
Art. Madam, consider who we are, And ought not to be rank’d with one below us.
Ther. Your Honour, Artabazes, is too nice;
Would we could find in this Dispute, whate’er it be,
That were the greatest Difficulty:
—Madam, name your Commands.
Qu. We are drawing of a Lot To fight Thersander in a single Combat.
Ther. Hah—Thersander, Madam, is a Conqueror.
Ism. Since you’re so nice, we will excuse you, Sir.
Ther. What an unlucky accident was this! One Moment’s longer stay had made me happy, [Aside. And render’d up these Rivals to my Power.
Hon. Come, Sir, the Lots are ready. [They draw Lots. It falls to Ther.
Ther. My Fears are all compleated— [Aside. The Lot is mine.
Cleo. Clemanthis, I’m so sensible of the Danger [Aside to him.
Whereto you must expose your self for me,
I cannot think with Pleasure on the Victory
You possibly may gain.