_Val_. I need say nothing for my Prisoner, Madam, Whose Looks will recommend her: only this, It was against my Will I made her so, Who ne’er refus’d till then to take your Enemies. _Ther_. It is Urania, she’ll know me, and betray me. [_Aside_. _Cleo_. Say, lovely Maid, whom, and from whence thou art? _Ura_. A _Scythian_, Madam, and till now your Foe. _Pim_. Ay, Madam, we took her, we took her. _Cleo_. So fair an one must merit my Esteem: I hope there are not many such fine Creatures Brought into the Camp against us; if there be, The _Scythians_ cannot doubt of Victory. --Thy Name and Business here? _Ura. Urania_, Madam-- My Story were too tedious for your Ear, Nor were it fit I should relate it here. --But ‘tis not as an Enemy I come, ’.is rather, Madam, to receive my Doom; Nor am I by the chance of War betray’d, But ‘tis a willing Captive I am made: Your Pity, not your Anger I shall move, When I confess my Fault is only Love, Love to a Youth, who never knew till now How to submit, nor cou’d to ought but you. --His Liberty for Ransom you deny; I dare not say that this is Cruelty, Since yet you may be pleas’d to give me leave To die with him, with whom I must not live. _Ther_. Excellent Maid! what Generosity her Love has taught her! [_Aside_. _Cleo_. That you esteem me cruel, is unkind, But Faults of Lovers must Forgiveness find: _Amintas’. Chains had far more easy been, Had he been less a Favorite to his King. --But you, _Urania_, may perhaps redeem That Captive which I would not render them. _Ura_. Madam, this Bounty wou’d exceed Belief, But you too generous are to mock my Grief: And when you shall m’ unhappy Story learn, ’.will justify my Tears, and your Concern. _Cleo_. I need no Arguments for what I do, But that I will, and then it must be so. _Ura_. The Prince of _Scythia_ in the Camp of _Dacia_! If I could be mistaken in that form, I’d hate my Eyes for thus deluding me: But Heaven made nothing but _Amintas_ like him. [_Aside_. _Cleo_. Come, let’s to Court, by this the Queen expects us: --You, my fair Prisoner, must along with me: [_Takes her Hand_. --Thy Hand, _Clemanthis_, too--Now tell me, Uncle, [Takes him with the other Hand. --What _Scythian_ that beholds me thus attended, Would not repine at my Felicity, Having so brave a Friend, so fair an Enemy? [_Exeunt_. ACT II. SCENE I. _A Castle or Prison on the Sea_. _After a little playing on the Lute,--enter_ Orsames _with his Arms across, looking melancholy, follow’d by_ Geron _with a Lute in his Hand_.