Sem. Madam, will you not see the Combat then?
Cleo. I dare not, something here assures me Clemanthis will be conquer’d.
Pim. Ha! the Princess here? on my Conscience there was never Mischief but a Woman was at one end o’nt.
Sem. How now, Pimante, why do you look so scurvily?
Pim. Ah, Madam, such a Sight so dismal and bloody!
Cleo. What says he?
Pim. Clemanthis, Madam—
Cleo. Clemanthis! Oh, what of him? Why, my prophetick Heart, dost thou betray me?
Sem. For Heaven’s sake, Madam, reassume your Courage.
Cleo. Yes—I will hear—the fatal Story—out.