Cleo. Geron already has Instructions what to do, And you need none, wanting no Resolution.
Val. If I miscarry, Madam, I’ll be condemn’d, Never to look my Foe i’th’ Face again.
Cleo. Haste, and be prosperous—
[Exit. Val.
Semiris, are those Garments ready I spoke for?
Sem. Madam, they’re here—but now what will you do?
Cleo. Now, I will die—and now thou know’st my Will.
Sem. Ah, Madam, ‘tis too much you let me know, Denying me t’ attend you where you go, With such a Guide I cannot err.
Cleo. Alone I’ll go, the Journey is not far
In passing; though I miss the aids of Day,
Yet my Clemanthis lights me on my way.
Why dost thou weep? indeed thou art unkind.
Sem. I weep because you’d leave me here behind;
Doubting my Love, I beg you wou’d permit
That I might give you the last proof of it.
I in your last adventure was too slow,
And will not be deny’d my Duty now.