Leon. Already it grows dusky: I'll prepare
With haste for my disguise. But who are these?
Enter Hermogenes and Eubulus.
Her. 'Tis he; we need not fear to speak to him.
Eub. Leonidas?
Leon. Sure I have known that voice.
Her. You have some reason, sir: 'tis Eubulus,
Who bred you with the princess; and, departing,
Bequeathed you to my care.
Leon. My foster-father! let my knees express
My joys for your return! [Kneeling.
Eub. Rise, sir; you must not kneel.
Leon. E'er since you left me,
I have been wandering in a maze of fate,
Led by false fires of a fantastic glory,
And the vain lustre of imagined crowns.
But, ah! why would you leave me? or how could you
Absent yourself so long?
Eub. I'll give you a most just account of both:
And something more I have to tell you, which
I know must cause your wonder; but this place,
Though almost hid in darkness, is not safe.
Already I discern some coming towards us [Torches appear.
With lights, who may discover me. Hermogenes,
Your lodgings are hard by, and much more private.