[Exeunt.
ACT IV.
SCENE I. A Flat Wood.
Enter Cleomena drest in Clemanthis’s Clothes, Semiris bearing the Cap and Feather, Pimante the Sword.
Cleo. Come, my Semiris, you must assist a little, And you, Pimante, buckle on my Sword.
Pim. I never parted with a Sword so unwillingly in my Life.
Cleo. So—How dost thou like me now? Might I not pass, thus habited, for Clemanthis?
Pim. Yes, Madam, till you come to the fighting part.
Cleo. Now go, and do as I have ordered you.
Sem. Ah, Madam, though I must not wait on you to fight, I will in Death, ‘tis my first Act, and last of Disobedience. [Weeps.