Palm. O, Leonidas,
For I must call you still by that dear name,
Free me from this bad man.
Leon. I hope he dares not be injurious to you.
Arga. I rather was injurious to myself,
Than her.
Leon. That must be judged, when I hear what you said.
Arga. I think you need not give yourself that trouble:
It concerned us alone.
Leon. You answer saucily, and indirectly:
What interest can you pretend in her?
Arga. It may be, sir, I made her some expressions
Which I would not repeat, because they were
Below my rank, to one of hers.
Leon. What did he say, Palmyra?
Palm. I'll tell you all: First, he began to look,
And then he sighed, and then he looked again;
At last, he said, my eyes wounded his heart:
And, after that, he talked of flames and fires,
And such strange words, that I believed he conjured.
Leon. O my heart!—Leave me, Argaleon.