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Of some young persons, whose uncommon beauty, And graceful carriage, make it seem suspicious They are not what they seem: I therefore sent The captain of my guards, this morning early, .. With orders to secure and bring them to me.
Enter RhodoPHIL and PALAMEDE. O, here he is.—Have you performed my will? Rho. Sir, those, whom you commanded me to
bring, Are waiting in the walks.
Poly. Conduct them hither. Rho. First, give me leave To beg your notice of this gentleman. Poly. He seems to merit it. His name and qua
lity? Rho. Palamede, son to lord Cleodemus of Pa
lermo, And new returned from travel
[PALAMEDE approaches, and kneels to kiss the
Pala. I bring the same unquestion'd honesty
Poly. Attend the court, and it shall be my care To find out some employment, worthy you. Go, Rhodophil, and bring in those without.
[Exeunt Rho, and PALA.
RHODOPHIL returns again immediately, and with him
enter HERMOGENES, LEONIDAS, and PALMYRA. Behold two miracles !
(Looking earnestly on LEON. and PALMYRA. Of different sexes, but of equal form: So matchless both, that my divided soul Can scarcely ask the gods a son or daughter, For fear of losing one. If from your hands, You powers, I shall this day receive a daughter, Argaleon, she is yours; but, if a son, Then Amalthea's love shall make him happy.
Arga. Grant, heaven, this admirable nymph may
That issue, which he seeks !
Amal. Venus Urania, if thou art a goddess, Grant that sweet youth may prove the prince of
Sicily! Poly. Tell me, old man, and tell me true, from whence
[To HERM. Had you that youth and maid?
Her. From whence you had
Poly. The gods then have not such another gift. Say who their parents were.
Her. My wife, and I.
beauty, Should come from such a stock. Amal. Much less, that such a youth, so sweet,
so graceful, Should be produced from peasants.
Her. Why, nature is the same in villages, And much more fit to form a noble issue, Where it is least corrupted. . Poly. He talks too like a man that knew the
world, VOL. IV.
To have been long a peasant. But the rack
[As the Guards are carrying him away, his pe
ruke falls off Sure I have seen that face before. Hermogenes ! "Tis he, 'tis he, who fled away with Eubulus, And with my dear Eudoxia.
Her. Yes, sir, I am Hermogenes;
Poly. If thou would'st live, speak quickly,
[Pointing to LEON. and PalM. Her. Eudoxia is dead, so is the queen,.. The infant king, her son, and Eubulus.
Poly. Traitor, 'tis false: Produce them, or
Her. Once more I tell you, they are dead; but leave to threaten, For you shall know no further.'
Poly. Then prove indulgent to my hopes, and be My friend for ever. Tell me, good Hermogenes, Whose son is that brave youth?
Her. Sir, he is yours.
Her. By all that's holy!
Poly. Again. Thou canst not swear too deeply. Yet hold, I will believe thee :-Yet I doubt.
Her. You need not, sir.
Arga. Believe him not; he sees you credulous, And wouļd impose his own base issue on you, And fix it to your crown.
Amal. Behold his goodly shape and feature, sir; Methinks he much resembles you,
Arga. I say, if you have any issue here,
Amal. Yes, brother, I believe you by your hopes,
splendour, And greatness of a court.
Leon. I need not this encouragement; I can fear nothing but the gods. And, for this glory, after I have seen The canopy of state spread wide above In the abyss of heaven, the court of stars, The blushing morning, and the rising sun, What greater can I see? Poly. This speaks thee born a prince; thou art, thyself,
. [Embracing him, That rising sun, and shalt not see, on earth, A brighter than thyself. All of you witness, That for my son I here receive this youth, This brave, this, but I must not praise him fur
ther, Because he now is mine. Leon. I wo’not, sir, believe
[Kneeling: That I am made your sport; For I find nothing in myself, but what Is much above a scorn. I dare give credit To whatsoe'er a king, like you, can tell me. Either I am, or will deserve to be, your son.
Arga. I yet maintain it is impossible This young man should be yours; for, if he were, Why should Hermogenes so long conceal hin, When he might gain so much by his discovery ?
Her. I staid a while to make him worthy, sir, Of you.
· [To the King
But in that time I found
[T. ARGA. Too saucy for a subject.
Arga. You rather over-act your part, and are Too soon a prince.
Leon. Too soon you'll find me one.
Poly. Enough, Argaleon!
Arga. Sir, if he be your son, I may have leave
Her. Sir, she is my daughter.
me. Poly. Could you not wish yourself a princess
Palm. Indeed I cannot tell ;
Arga. I wish I had not seen her. [Aside.