_Pim_. Yes, Madam, till you come to the fighting part. _Cleo_. Now go, and do as I have ordered you. _Sem_. Ah, Madam, though I must not wait on you to fight, I will in Death, ‘tis my first Act, and last of Disobedience. [_Weeps_. _Cleo_. Do not disturb me with thy Grief, _Semiris_: Go leave me to my self, and Thoughts of Vengeance: And thou, base Traitor-Prince, shalt buy thy Life At such a Rate shall ruin thee for ever; And if I fall--as I believe I shall-- The very Shame to know I am a Woman, Shall make thee curse thy Fortune and thy Arms, If thou hast any Sense of Manhood left, After the barbarous Murder thou hast done: But if my better Fortune guide my Arm, This Arm (whom Love direct) to meet thy Heart, Then I shall die with real Satisfaction. The time draws on when I should try my Fate; Assist me, mighty Love, in my Design, That I may prove no Passion equals mine. _Sem_. Madam, consider whom you must encounter. _Cleo_. Consider thou who’s dead, the brave _Clemanthis_! [_Weeps_. Oh, ‘tis a Shame to weep, being thus attir’d; Let me once more survey my self-- And yet I need not borrow Resolution: _Clemanthis_, thou art murder’d, that’s the Word, ’.is that creates me Man, and valiant too, And all incensed Love can prompt me to. Hark--hark--the joyful Summons to my Death. [_Trumpets sound_. Go, leave me to approach it solemnly-- Come, my dear Sword, from thee I must expect That Service which my Arm may fail to affect; And if thou ever did’st thy Master love, Be sure each Stroke thou mak’st may mortal prove. [_Exeunt severally_. SCENE II. _Between the two Camps_. _After a Noise of Trumpets at some distance and fighting, the Scene draws, and discovers_ Cleomena _and_ Thersander _fighting_: Lysander. _On one side stands the_ King of Scythia _with his Party: on the other, the_ Queen of Dacia, Hon. Artabazes, _and her Party_: Vallentio. _Ther_. What mak’st thou to fight as if indeed thou wert _Clemanthis_? But since thou art not him thou represent’st, Whoe’er thou be’st, ‘twas indiscreetly done, To draw me from an order might have sav’d thee; --Whois’t that dares assume _Clemanthis’. shape? [_They fight_. _Cleo_. Unworthy _Scythian_, whose reported Valour Unjustly was admir’d, cou’dst thou believe the covert of the Wood [Cleo. _falls, he stoops to look on her_. Cou’d hide thy Treason--Treason which thou durst own too? [_A cry of Joy on the_ Scythian’s _side_. _Ther_. Ah! _Cleomena_, is it you? What have I done that could so far transport you? _Clemanthis’. Boldness has incur’d your Hate, But he has been severely punisht for’t; And here in lieu of that unhappy Stranger, Receive _Thersander_ with his equal Passions, But not his equal Crimes.