Olym. What to do, Sir?
Ors. To save the expence of Cruelty; For they will kill as sure, but rightly aim’d; This noble Fellow told me so. [To Val.
Olym. Sir, I’ll do any thing that you will have me: But now the Queen your Mother, Sir, expects you.
Ors. Instruct my Eyes, Olympia, for ‘tis lately I’ve learnt of some such thing.
Olym. This, Sir, you ought to kneel to her.
Ors. Must I then kneel to ought but Heaven and thee? [Kneels.
Qu. My dear Orsames, let my Tears make way. Before I can assure thee of my Joy.
Ors. Gods! how obliging is this kind Concern! Not all my Passion for my fair Olympia Cou’d ever yet betray me to a Tear. [Weeps.
Qu. Thou’st greater need of Anger than of Tears,
Having before thy Eyes thy worst of Enemies,
One that has long depriv’d thee of a Crown,
Through what she thought her Duty to the Gods;
But now repents her superstitious Error,
And humbly begs thy Pardon.
Ors. I will, if you’ll implore Olympia but to love me.