King. Her Soul’s possest with some despair.
Madam, I doubt you need not fear his Life,
He will obey, and die as you desire— [Weeps.
But not with Satisfaction, till he see you
Conducted into Dacia.
I should not of my self have been so generous,
T’ have given you freedom with the Life of him
Who did deserve a kinder Destiny;
But ‘tis his Will—and possible his last.
Therefore you’re free, and may depart this Camp
Whene’er you please; only this favour grant,
(If an unhappy King may hope for any)
You’ll suffer him to take his last farewel.
Cleo. Immortal Gods! how can it be? a Man
Whose Wickedness arm’d me against his Life,
Shou’d shew such Virtue in the rest of’s Actions.
—Sir, I will see the Prince,
Not as the Price of what you offer’d me,
But that he may confess he did deserve
A Death less glorious than I have given him:
And I shall take it well if he will own
That which may justify my Offence to you.
King. Madam, I thank you—
Dismiss her Fetters, and if she please,
Let her have Garments suitable to her Sex,
Only the Guards attend her at a distance.
[Go out severally.
SCENE II. The Grove.
Enter Amintas, drest like a Shepherd, Urania like a Shepherdess, the Druid, Lyces, and other dancing Swains, &c.
Druid. Sir, I’m afraid you have made too bold a venture; And though your Wounds were more numerous than dangerous, I am not willing you should trust ‘em to the Air.
Amin. Father, your Skill has wrought a perfect Cure, For which, the Life you sav’d you shall command.
Ura. Me too h’ has freed of all my jealous Fears,
By this eternal Knot ‘twixt thee and me
Which he has tied, and Fate can ne’er undo.
—Father—to you I owe _Amintas’. Liberty—
To you his Life; and now for all my Joys,
Which if my future Service can repay,
Command with Freedom her you have preserv’d.
Amin. Come, dear Urania, let’s hasten to the Camp; For I impatient grow to see my Prince; Heaven knows what my Mishap may have procur’d him.