Act 4 — SCENE II. Between the two Camps.
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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.
Cleo. Oh, Villain, since thou’st punish’d Clemanthis, Punish the unhappy Cleomena too, And take her Life who came to have taken thine.
Qu. ‘Tis not Clemanthis, but my Cleomena— With whom Thersander fights—ah, cruel Child; [They carry her off.
Ther. Oh, whither, whither do you bear my Goddess? Return, and here resign your sacred Load, That whilst’t has Life it may behold the Sacrifice That I will make of this wild wretched Man That has so much offended—Disobey’d! —My Arms, my Arms, Lysander, mount me strait, And let me force the disobedient Troops; Those Coward-Slaves that could behold her bleed, And not revenge her on the Murderer: Quickly my Arms, kill, burn, and scatter all; Whilst ‘midst the Ruins of the World I fall.
[The Scythian Guards carry him off by force. Enter Ismenes with his Sword. They all descend.
Ism. Still thus defeated and outstript by Fate, Resolv’d betimes, but sallied out too late; Fortune and Love are equally unkind: —Who can resist those mighty Powers combin’d?
[Exeunt.