King. I’m glad to find my Son of my Opinion; For I have already propos’d it to ‘em, Which I believe they will with Joy embrace.
Ther. All but the lovely Princess, whose Aversion Is still so great against our Family, That I despair she ever will be drawn to’t.
King. They’ll hardly rally up their routed Forces To make fresh War upon us; they’re at our Mercy now, And as an Honour will embrace the Alliance.
Ther. Pray Heaven they may.
King. If they refuse I will recall my Mercy, And make them dearly buy their Scorn; Come, we expect our Herald from their Tents.
[Exeunt.
SCENE V. Cleomena’s Apartments.
Enter Queen, Cleomena in a Night-Gown, Semiris. A Table with Pen and Ink.
Cleo. Madam, I confess my self unworthy of your Tenderness.
Qu. Ah, Cleomena! you value my Repose at too cheap a Rate, When you expose a Life so dear to me To so much Danger, as to fight Thersander.