Enter Solyman.
Solym. The princess Melesinda, bathed in tears,
And tossed alternately with hopes and fears,
If your affairs such leisure can afford,
Would learn from you the fortunes of her lord.
Arim. Tell her, that I some certainty may bring,
I go this minute to attend the king.
Ind. This lonely turtle I desire to see:
Grief, though not cured, is eased by company.
Arim. [To Solym.]
Say, if she please, she hither may repair,
And breathe the freshness of the open air.[Exit Solym.
Ind. Poor princess! how I pity her estate,
Wrapt in the ruins of her husband's fate!
She mourned Morat should in rebellion rise;
Yet he offends, and she's the sacrifice.
Arim. Not knowing his design, at court she staid;
'Till, by command, close prisoner she was made.
Since when,
Her chains with Roman constancy she bore,
But that, perhaps, an Indian wife's is more.
Ind. Go, bring her comfort; leave me here alone.
Arim. My love must still he in obedience shown. [Exit Arim.
Enter Melesinda, led by Solyman, who retires afterwards.