_Cleo. Clemanthis_! what cou’d the Gods do more, [_Aside_. To make me ever bless’d!--Rise, noble Youth-- [_Raises him_. Cou’dst thou salute me Mistress of the World, Or bring me news of Conquest over _Scythia_, It would not reach so kindly to my Soul, As that admir’d illustrious Name of thine. This Crown’s in debt to your all-conquering Sword; And I’m the most oblig’d to make Returns, Which if you knew me, sure you wou’d not doubt, If to those Favours you’ve already done us, You’ll add one more, and go with me to Court. _Ther_. To th’ Court? to th’ utmost Bounds of all the Universe. At your Command, through Dangers worse than Death, I’d fly with hasty Joy-- Like Gods, do but decree, and be obey’d. _Sem_. Madam, the Company we left are coming this way, and with them Prince _Honorius_. _Ther_. The General here so soon! [_Aside_. _Enter_ Honorius, Ismenes, _Women, and Huntsmen_. _Cleo_. Welcome, victorious Uncle. [Hon. _kisses_ Cleo’s _Hand_. _Hon_. Madam, I heard the Noise of Horns and Dogs, And thought your Highness was abroad to Day; Following the Cry, it brought me to this Company, Who were in search for you, and ‘twas my Duty to attend them. --My gallant Friend _Clemanthis_ here! This was above my hopes; let me embrace thee,-- And tell thee with what Joy I find thee in the presence Of my fair Niece, who must prevail upon you To wait on her to Court; what I cou’d not intreat, let her command. _Ther_. Where Duty and my Inclination leads me, There needs no Invitation. _Cleo_. Already, Uncle, he has promis’d it. _Ism_. Sir, is this the Man to whom all _Dacia_ is so much oblig’d? _Hon_. This is that gallant Man, whose single Valour Has gain’d the Victory over the Nomades, Who kill’d their King, and scatter’d all their Forces; And when my feeble Strength (which Age and Wars Had made unfit for mighty Toils) grew faint, He, like _Aeneas_, bore my aged Limbs Through all the fiery Dangers of the Battel. _Ther_. Too much you’ve said to my Advantage, Sir, Robbing the Gods and Fortune of their Glory. _Ism_. Rank me amongst your Captives; for I find, Whether you fight or not, you must be Victor. [_Embraces_ Ther. _Enter_ Vallentio, Urania, Pimante; Vallentio _kneels and delivers_ Urania _to the Princess_. _Cleo_. What new Encounter’s this? _Val_. I need not ask where I shall pay my Duty: My Wonder will direct me to your Feet. _Cleo_. Who knows the Man that makes me such a Present? _Hon_. Madam, he is an Officer of mine, A worthy gallant Fellow; But one that hardly knows what Cities are, But as he’as view’d ‘em through their batter’d Walls, And after join’d ‘em to your Territories. _Cleo_. Rise high in her Esteem that loves a Soldier. [_He rises_.