Val. Come, Sir, ‘tis time you left this Dungeon for a Throne; For now’s the time to make the World your own. All shouting—Vive le Roy, Vive le Roy.
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV. A Tent.
Enter Cleomena and Semiris, drest as Women again.
Sem. Dear Madam, I cou’d wish you’d sleep awhile.
Cleo. That Peace I have not been acquainted with Since my _Clemanthis’. Death; Yet now methinks my Heart’s more calm and still, And I perhaps may thus expire in silence— Prithee, Semiris, take thy Lute and sing to’t, Whilst I will try to sleep. [Lies down on a Couch, Sem. plays and sings.
SONG, made by J. Wright Esq:
_Fair Nymph, remember all your Scorn
Will be by Time repaid;
Those Glories which that Face adorn,
And flourish as the rising Morn,
Must one day set and fade.
Then all your cold Disdain for me
Will but increase Deformity,
When still the kind will lovely be.
Compassion is of lasting Praise;
For that’s the Beauty ne’er decays.
Fair Nymph, avoid those Storms of Fate
Are to the Cruel due;
The Powers above, though ne’er so late.
Can be, when they revenge your Hate,
As pitiless as you.
Know, charming Maid, the Powers divine
Did never such soft Eyes design
To wound a Heart so true as mine:
That God who my dear Flame infus’d,
Will never see it thus abus’d_.
Return, my dear Clemanthis, oh, return,
[Cleo. rises as in a Dream.
And see ‘tis not into thy lovely Bosom
That I have sent my Vengeance.