SCENE IV.

_Enter_ Alinda, _and two Gentlewomen_.

_Alin._ Why, whither run ye Fools; will ye leave my Lady?

_Petes._ The _Tartar_ comes, the _Tartar_ comes.

_Alin._ Why, let him, I thought you had fear'd no men: upon my conscience You have try'd their strengths already; stay for shame.

_Pet._ Shift for thy self, _Alinda_. [_Exit._

_Alin._ Beauty bless ye: Into what Grooms Feather-Bed will you creep now? And there mistake the enemy; sweet youths ye are, And of a constant courage; are you afraid of foining?

_Enter_ Olympia.

_Olym._ O my good Wench, what shall become of us? The Posts come hourly in, and bring new danger; The enemy is past the _Volga_, and bears hither With all the blood and cruelty he carries, My Brother now will find his fault.

_Alin._ I doubt me, Somewhat too late, Madam. But pray fear not, All will be well, I hope. Sweet Madam, shake not.

_Olym._ How cam'st thou by this Spirit? our Sex trembles.

_Alin._ I am not unacquainted with these dangers; And you shall know my truth; for ere you perish, A hundred Swords shall pass through me: 'tis but dying, And Madam we must do it: the manner's all: You have a Princely Birth, take Princely thoughts to you, And take my counsel too; go presently, With all the haste ye have, (I will attend ye) With all the possible speed, to old Lord _Archas_, He honours ye; with all your art perswade him, ('Twill be a dismal time else) woo him hither, But hither Madam, make him see the danger; For your new General looks like an Ass; There's nothing in his face but loss.

_Olym._ I'll do it. And thank thee, sweet _Alinda_: O my Jewel, How much I'm bound to love thee! by this hand, Wench, If thou wert a man--

_Alin._ I would I were to fight for you. But haste dear Madam.

_Olym._ I need no Spurs _Alinda_.