Pim. Oh, Colonel, the Princess, Colonel.
Val. Well, Sir.
Pim. She’s fled away, and none knows whither.
Val. I left her in her Tent just now.
Pim. Ay, ay, Colonel, that’s all one, she’s gone just as she shou’d have been married too—there’s the Devil on’t! Oh, the Days we shou’d have seen! the dancing, loving Days!
Val. Gone alone?
Pim. No, no, that dissembling thing Semiris is with her; she only left a Letter for the Queen, which she has sent to the Prince of Scythia. Oh, adieu, adieu, to Love and Musick. [Goes out crying.
Val. This is strange—if she be gone, ‘tis time the King were free—I’ll haste to meet the Rabble, that it may not look like an act of my own. [Exit.
SCENE VII. Thersander’s Tent.
He enters with a Letter in his Hand open—with Attendants.