King. I long to see that Monarch, whose Friendship I
Must court for you, fair Princess:
If you’ll accept Thersander whom I offer’d,
I do not doubt an happy Peace on both sides.
Cleo. Sir. ‘tis an honour which we ought to sue for.
Ther. And ‘tis to me a Blessing— I wanted Confidence to ask of Heaven.
Enter Ors. Val. Hon. Art. Ism. Geron. Soldiers, &c. Ors. drest gay with a Truncheon in his Hand, advances first, is met by the King, who gaze on each other.
Ors. If thou be’st he that art _Orsames’. Enemy, I do demand a Sister at thy Hands.
King. Art thou Orsames?
Ors. So I am call’d by all that yet have view’d me:
—Look on me well—
Dost see no marks of Grandure in my Face?
Nothing that speaks me King?
King. I do believe thou art that King, and here [Gives him Cleo. I do resign that Sister thou demandest.
Ors. It is a Woman too! another Woman! I wou’d embrace thee if I durst approach thee.
Cleo. You need not fear, you may embrace your Sister—
[Cleo. embraces him.