Leon. You come, as I suspected then, to mock,
At least observe, my griefs: Take it not ill,
That I must leave you. [Is going.
Amal. You must not go with these unjust opinions.
Command my life and fortunes: you are wise;
Think, and think well, what I can do to serve you.
Leon. I have but one thing in my thoughts and wishes:
If, by your means, I can obtain the sight
Of my adored Palmyra; or, what's harder,
One minute's time, to tell her, I die hers— [She starts back.
I see I am not to expect it from you;
Nor could, indeed, with reason.
Amal. Name any other thing! Is Amalthea
So despicable, she can serve your wishes
In this alone?
Leon. If I should ask of heaven,
I have no other suit.
Amal. To show you, then, I can deny you nothing,
Though 'tis more hard to me than any other,
Yet I will do it for you.
Leon. Name quickly, name the means! speak, my good angel!
Amal. Be not so much o'erjoyed; for, if you are,
I'll rather die than do't. This night the court
Will be in masquerade;
You shall attend on me; in that disguise
You may both see and speak to her,
If you dare venture it.
Leon. Yes; were a god her guardian,
And bore in each hand thunder, I would venture.
Amal. Farewell, then; two hours hence I will expect you:—
My heart's so full, that I can stay no longer. [Exit.