Pim. Had ever Cavalier such damn’d Luck? I have heard it disputed, that this same Danger was to be courted by the Brave and Bold; but I, who took the best Care I could whilst the Fight lasted to secure my self by this Retreat, find my self even here surrounded with it; and poor Clemanthis, who, I’ll warrant, came too with my Design, has met here what he endeavour’d to shun: Yonder’s Ismenes too—well, we are all but Men.
Ism. Here’s yet some Breath remaining; oh, Pimante, lend thy Assistance. —Clemanthis, if thou yet hast so much Sense, Inform us how thou cam’st thus wounded?
Amin. Know, Sir, Thersander—Prince of Scythia—Thersander— Prince of Scythia. [Faints.
Pim. Alas, he’s dead, Sir, trouble him no further.
Ism. The Prince of Scythia do this!
Pim. Ay, ay, this mighty Prince fearing to encounter a single Man, has set a dozen to kill him; Mercy upon us, ‘twas a bloody Fight: but, Sir, what shall we do with the Body?
Ism. If I could command thee any thing it should be Silence, Till I have met Thersander in his Room. [Ism. exit.
Pim. You should command me, though I was never good at Secrets.
Enter Cleomena, Semiris.
Cleo. Let the Coach wait at the Entrance of the Wood: I find I am a perfect Woman now, And have my Fears, and fits of Cowardice.