_Ism_. Into this Wood he went, as if he knew my Business, Here we unseen may end the Difference-- [Noise within. --Hark--what Noise of fighting’s that? Perhaps my Aid’s requir’d. [_Exit_. Ism. _goes in, Scene draws open, discovers_ Amintas _lying as dead all bloody_, Pimante _peeping_; Ism. _re-enters_. _Ism_. It is _Clemanthis_, and this barbarous Deed Is done by _Artabazes_. [_Exit_. _Enter_ Pimante. _Pim_. Had ever Cavalier such damn’d Luck? I have heard it disputed, that this same Danger was to be courted by the Brave and Bold; but I, who took the best Care I could whilst the Fight lasted to secure my self by this Retreat, find my self even here surrounded with it; and poor Clemanthis, who, I’ll warrant, came too with my Design, has met here what he endeavour’d to shun: Yonder’s Ismenes too--well, we are all but Men. _Ism_. Here’s yet some Breath remaining; oh, _Pimante_, lend thy Assistance. --_Clemanthis_, if thou yet hast so much Sense, Inform us how thou cam’st thus wounded? _Amin_. Know, Sir, _Thersander_--Prince of _Scythia_--_Thersander_-- Prince of _Scythia_. [_Faints_. _Pim_. Alas, he’s dead, Sir, trouble him no further. _Ism_. The Prince of _Scythia_ do this! _Pim_. Ay, ay, this mighty Prince fearing to encounter a single Man, has set a dozen to kill him; Mercy upon us, ‘twas a bloody Fight: but, Sir, what shall we do with the Body? _Ism_. If I could command thee any thing it should be Silence, Till I have met _Thersander_ in his Room. [Ism. _exit_. _Pim_. You should command me, though I was never good at Secrets. _Enter_ Cleomena, Semiris. _Cleo_. Let the Coach wait at the Entrance of the Wood: I find I am a perfect Woman now, And have my Fears, and fits of Cowardice. _Sem_. Madam, will you not see the Combat then? _Cleo_. I dare not, something here assures me _Clemanthis_ will be conquer’d. _Pim_. Ha! the Princess here? on my Conscience there was never Mischief but a Woman was at one end o’nt. _Sem_. How now, _Pimante_, why do you look so scurvily? _Pim_. Ah, Madam, such a Sight so dismal and bloody! _Cleo_. What says he? _Pim. Clemanthis_, Madam-- _Cleo. Clemanthis_! Oh, what of him? Why, my prophetick Heart, dost thou betray me? _Sem_. For Heaven’s sake, Madam, reassume your Courage. _Cleo_. Yes--I will hear--the fatal Story--out. _Pim_. Truth is, Madam, to retire from the Noise and Fury of the Battle, I came into this Wood; and when I thought all Danger past, I heard even here the Noise of Swords and Fighting; which endeavouring to avoid, I fell almost into the Danger of them. _Sem_. Leave out the History of your own Fears, and come to the Business.