Ors. This is the kindest Women I e’er saw.
Cleo. Brother, behold this King no more your Enemy, Since I must pay him Duty as a Father.
Enter Queen, Olympia, Women.
Ors. Hah, Olympia! sure ‘tis an airy Vision—
Ger. Approach her, Sir, and try.
Qu. Permit a wretched Mother here to kneel.
King. Rise, Madam, and receive me as your Friend; This pair of Lovers has united all our Interests. [Points to Cleo. and Thers.
Qu. Heavens! what’s this I see, Clemanthis And the Prince of Scythia?
Ther. Yes, Madam, and a Man that humbly begs The happy Title of your Son—Honorius, Of you I ask the greatest Pardon— [Talks to Olympia.
Ors. I am a King, and do adore thee too,
And thou shalt rule a World with me, my Fair;
A Sword I’ll give thee, with a painted Bow,
Whence thou shalt shoot a thousand gilded Arrows.