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Show The Ki Kjd 5 but fie is wrought to this Bv pre galtons Malice. W h a t more Difgrace can Love and Fortune pin T'jnflict upon one Man .«? I cannot now Bbhold m y dear Palmyra: She, perhaps, too Is grown a f b W d of a mean ill:plac d Love. Amal. AfUft me, Venus, for I tremble when l*J T am to fpeak, but I muft force m y felf. yT ,. Sir, I would crave but one fhort Minute with you, L «*« And fome few words. , v AMP Lco„. The proud Argaleon** Sifter! [ j M ; Amal. Alas, it will not out, Shame ftops m y Mouth. L *p*. Pardon m y Error, Sir, I was miftaken, And took you for another. r ,-, /«». In fpight of all his Guards, I'll fee Palmyra , L^- Though meanly born, I have a Kingly Soul yet. a c W I ftand upon a Precipice, where fain \_Afac. T would retire, but Love ftill thrufts me on: N o w 1 grow bolder, and will fpeak to him. {To him.] Sir, 'tis indeed to you that I would fpeak, And if Lew. O, you are fent to fcorn m y Fortunes: Your Sex and Beauty are your Priviledge , But fhould your Brother '-- Amal. N o w he locks angry, and I dare not fpeak. I had fome Bufinefs with you, Sir, But 'tis not worth your knowledge. Leon. Then 'twill be Charity to let me Mourn M y Griefs alone, for I am much diforder'd. Amal. Twill be more Charity to Mourn 'em with you: Heav'n knows I pity you. Leon. Your Pity, Madam, Is generous, but 'tis unavailable. Amal. You know not, till 'tis try'd. Your Sorrows are no fecret, you have loft A Crown, and Miftrifs. Leon. Are not thefe enough? Hang two fuch weights on any other Soul, And fee if it can bear 'em. Amal. More, you are banifh'd, by m y Brother's means,. And ne'er ^uft hope again to fee your Princefs, Except as Pris'ners view fair Walks and Streets, And carelefs Paflengers going by their Grates, To make'em feel the want of Liberty. But, worfe than all, The King this Morning has enjoyn'd his Daughter T'accept m y Brother's Love. Leon. Is this your Pity? You aggravate m y Griefs, and Print 'em deeper In new and heavier ftamps. Amal. 'Tis as Phyficians fhow the defperate 111 T'endear their Art, by mitigating Pains They cannot wholly Cure: W h e n you defpair Of all you wifh, fome part of it, becaufe Unhop'd for,may be grateful., and fome other' Leon. W h a t other ? Amal. Some other may M y Shame again has feiz'd me, and I can go {Afide. N o farther- Leon. Thefe often failing Sighs, and Interruptions, Make me imagine you have Grief like mine : Have you ne'r Lov'd ? I mAumfatl d.e fpair in filen1c e?. never: tis in vain, X-AfIi de. Marriage AAzMmk. 407 k/Cl Y?? C O m°' aS l f u fP^ed then, t o ^ o d T t h , M ' ° ^ v e n i y G r i d ^ take it not ill ' 1 hat I muft leave you. Amal. You muft not go with thefe unitift Opinions ^S g °^ Command my Life, and Fortunes, you are W fe Think, and Think well what I can do to fervTy0'u. Leon. I havebutoncthinginmyThoughtsandWimes- If by your means I can obtain the fight Of m y Ador'd Palmyra , or, what's harder, One Minutes time, to tell her I die hers. r« a , / t. I fee I am not to expeft it from you ^ $**' ^ Nor could, indeed, with Reafon. Amal. Name any other thing: Is Amaltha io delpicable, fhe can ferve your Wifhes In this alone ? Leon. - . if 1 fhould ask of Heav'n, I have no other Suit. W T o fhow you, then, I can deny you nothing, Fhough tis more hard to m e than anv other Yet I will do't for you. Leon Name quickly, name the means, fpeak, m y good Angeb Amal. Be not fo much o'erjoy'd, for, ifyou are I'll rather Die than do't. This Night the Court Will be in Mafquerade : You fhall attend on m e , in that Difguife You may both fee and fpeak to her, If you dare venture it. Leon. Yes, were a God her Guardian, And bore in each Hand Thunder, I would venture. Amal. Farewel then, T w o hours hence I will expect you: M y Heart's fo full that I can ftay no longer. r g^ Leon. Already it grows dusky, I'll prepare **' With hafte for m y Difguife. But w h o are thefe? Enter Hermogenes and Eubulus. Her. 'Tis he, we need not fear to fpeak to him. Eub. Leonidas. Leon. Sure I have known that Voice. Her. You have fome reafon, Sir, 'tis Eubulus, W h o bred you with the Princefs, and, departing, Bequsath'd you to m y Care. Leon. M y Fofter-Father! Let m y Knees exprefs ^Kneeling. M y Joys for your return! Eub. Rife, Sir, you muft not kneel. Leon. E'er fince you left me, I have been wandring in a Maze of Fate, Led by falfe Fires of a fantaftick Glory, And the vain Luftre of imagin'd Crowns. But, ah ! W h y would you leave me? Or, how could you Abfent your felf fo long ? Eub. I'll give you a moft juft account of both : And fomething more I have to tell you, which I know muft caufe your Wonder , but this place, Though almoft hid in darknefs, is not fafe. Already I difcern fome coming towards us {Torches appear. With Lights, w h o may difcover me. Hermogenes, Your Lodgings are hard by, and much more private. Her. There you may freely fpeak. Leon. - Let us make hafte , For fome Affairs, and of no fmall importance, . Call me another way. L txttmt. Enter Palamede and Rhodophil with vizor Mafques in their hands, and Torches before 'em. a mPoallta .G lWorei ou(hsa lIln vheanvtei onno.b le Sporto itlo night, Rl.odophilb this MatqueradinRg^ is |