Palm. Leonidas, what means this quick return? [To Arga.
Arga. O heaven! 'tis what I feared.
Palm. Is aught of moment happened since you went?
Arga. No, madam; but I understood not fully
Your last commands.
Palm. And yet you answered to them.
Retire; you are too indiscreet a lover:
I'll meet you where I promised. [Exit.
Arga. O my curst fortune! what have I discovered!
But I will be revenged. [Whispers to the King.
Poly. But are you certain you are not deceived?
Arga. Upon my life.
Poly. Her honour is concerned.
Somewhat I'll do; but I am yet distracted,
And know not where to fix. I wished a child,
And heaven, in anger, granted my request.
So blind we are, our wishes are so vain,
That what we most desire, proves most our pain. [Exeunt.