Qu. I will, my Orsames; and ‘tis the only Present I can make to expiate my Fault.
Ors. And I’ll receive her as the only thing Can make me both a happy Subject and a King. Oh, Geron, still if this should prove a Dream!
Ger. Sir, Dreams of Kings are much less pleasant.
Enter Lysander.
Lys. Sir, there are without some Shepherdesses, Who say they wou’d present you [To Ther. Something that will not be unwelcome to your Highness.
Ther. Let them come in—
They seat themselves. Enter Amin. Ura. maskt, Shepherds, Shepherdesses, followed with Pipes, or Wind-Musick. They dance; after which Amin. kneels to the Prince, Ura. to the Princess.
—My dear Amintas, do I find thee live?
Fortune requites my Sufferings
With too large a share of Happiness.
Amin. Sir, I do live to die again for you.
Ther. This, my Divine, is he who had [To Cleo. The Glory to be bewail’d by you; for him you wept; For him had almost dy’d.