Leon. First scorned, and now commanded from the court!
The king is good; but he is wrought to this
By proud Argaleon's malice.
What more disgrace can love and fortune join
To inflict upon one man? I cannot now
Behold my dear Palmyra: She, perhaps, too,
Is grown ashamed of a mean ill-placed love.
Amal. Assist me, Venus, for I tremble when
I am to speak, but I must force myself. [Aside.
Sir, I would crave but one short minute with you,
And some few words.
Leon. The proud Argaleon's sister! [Aside.
Amal. Alas! it will not out; Shame stops my mouth. [Aside.
Pardon my error, sir; I was mistaken,
And took you for another.
Leon. In spite of all his guards, I'll see Palmyra; [Aside.
Though meanly born, I have a kingly soul.
Amal. I stand upon a precipice, where fain
I would retire, but love still thrusts me on:
Now I grow bolder, and will speak to him. [Aside.
Sir, 'tis indeed to you that I would speak,
And if—
Leon. O, you are sent to scorn my fortunes?
Your sex and beauty are your privilege;
But should your brother—
Amal. Now he looks angry, and I dare not speak.
I had some business with you, sir,
But 'tis not worth your knowledge.
Leon. Then 'twill be charity to let me mourn
My griefs alone, for I am much disordered.
Amal. 'Twill be more charity to mourn them with you:
Heaven knows I pity you.