Amin. That Balm it was, that like the Weapon-salve Heals at a distance—
Cleo. But why, Amintas, did you name Thersander, When you were askt who wounded you?
Amin. Madam, if loss of Blood had given me leave, I wou’d have told you how I came so habited, And who I was, though not how I was wounded.
King. Still I am in a mist, and cannot see the happy path I tread.
Ther. Anon we will explain the Mystery, Sir.
Hon. Now, great Orsames, ‘tis but just and fit
That you receive the Rites of Coronation,
Which are not to be paid you in a Camp;
The Court will add more to that joyful Day.
King. And there we’ll join our Souls as well as Swords, Our Interests as our Families.
Ors. I am content that thou should’st give me Laws:
Come, my Vallentio, it shall ne’er be said
I recompense thy Services
With any thing less grateful than a Woman:
—Here, I will chuse for thee—
And when I know what ‘tis I more can do,
If there be ought beyond this Gift, ‘tis thine.
[Gives him Sem.
Ther. Scythia and Dacia now united are: The God of Love o’ercomes the God of War. After a Dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses, the Epilogue is spoken by Mrs. Barry, as a Nymph; at his Royal Highness’s second Exile into Flanders.