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To have been long a peasant. But the rack
Her. Yes, sir, I am Hermogenes;
Poly. If thou would'st live, speak quickly, What is become of my Eudoxia? Where is the queen and young Theagenes? Where Eubulus? and which of these is mine?
[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.
Poly. Fool that I am! thou see'st that so I wish it, And so thou flatter'st me. 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 would 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, For they are all for her.
Poly. Call the youth nearer.
Her. Leonidas, the king would speak with you.
Poly. Come near, and be not dazzled with the splendour, And greatness of a court.
Leon. I need not this encouragement;
Poly. This speaks thee born a prince; thou art, thyself, [Embracing him.
That rising sun, and shalt not see, on earth,
Leon. I wo'not, sir, believe [Kneeling,
That I am made your sport;
Arga. I yet maintain it is impossible
But in that time I found
Somewhat within him, which so moved my love, I never could resolve to part with him. Leon. You ask too many questions, and are
[To 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.
Poly. Come hither, beauteous maid: Are you not sorry Your father will not let you pass for mine?
Palm. I am content to be what heaven has made me.
Poly. Could you not wish yourself a princess then?
Palm. Not to be sister to Leonidas. Poly. Why, my sweet maid?Palm. Indeed I cannot tell; But I could be content to be his handmaid. Arga. I wish I had not seen her. [Aside. Palm. I must weep for your good fortune;
Pray, pardon me, indeed I cannot help it.
Now I must call you prince,—but must I leave you? Leon. I dare not speak to her; for, if I should,
[Exeunt all but Leon, and Palm.
Palm. Fly swift, you hours! you measure time for me in vain, 'Till you bring back Leonidas again. Be shorter now; and, to redeem that wrong, When he and I are met, be twice as long!
ACT II. SCENE I.
Enter Melantha and Philotis.
Phil. Count Rhodophil's a fine gentleman indeed, madam; and, I think, deserves your affection.
Mel. Let me die but he's a fine man; he sings and dances en Francois, and writes the billets doux to a miracle.
Phil. And those are no small talents, to a lady that understands, and values the French air, as your ladyship does.
Mel. How charming is the French air ! and what an etourdi bite is one of our untravelled islanders! When he would make his court to me, let me die but he is just yEsop's ass, that would imitate the courtly French in his addresses; but, instead of those, comes pawing upon me, and doing all things so mal a droitly.
Phil. Tis great pity Rhodophil's a married man, that you may not have an honourable intrigue with him.
Mel. Intrigue, Philotis! that's an old phrase; I have laid that word by; amour sounds better. But thou art heir to all my cast words, as thou art to my old wardrobe. Oh, count Rhodophil! Ah mon chert I could live and die with him.
Enter Pal Am Ed E, and a Servant.
Serv. Sir, this is my lady.
Pala. Then this is she that is to be divine, and nymph, and goddess, and with whom I am to be desperately in love. [Bows to her, delivering a letter. This letter, madam, which I present you from your father, has given me both the happy opportunity, and the boldness, to kiss the fairest hands in Sicily. Mel. Came you lately from Palermo, sir?Pala. But yesterday, madam.
Mel. [Reading the letter.] Daughter, receive the bearer of this letter, as a gentleman whom I have chosen to make you happy. [O Venus, a new servant sent me! and let me die but he has the air of a gallant homme !] Hisjather is the rich lord Cleodemus, our neighbour: I suppose youll Jind nothing disagreeable in his person or his converse; both which he has improved by travel. The treaty is already concluded/