Enter Hermogenes, hastily.
Herm. We are betrayed; and there remains alone
This comfort, that your person is not known.
Enter the King, Argaleon, Rhodophil, Palamede, Guards; some like citizens, as prisoners.
Poly. What mean these midnight consultations here,
Where I like an unsummoned guest appear?
Leon. Sir—
Arga. There needs no excuse; 'tis understood;
You were all watching for your prince's good.
Poly. My reverend city friends, you are well met!
On what great work were your grave wisdoms set?
Which of my actions were you scanning here?
What French invasion have you found to fear?
Leon. They are my friends; and come, sir, with intent,
To take their leaves, before my banishment.
Poly. Your exile in both sexes friends can find:
I see the ladies, like the men, are kind. [Seeing Palmyra.
Palm. Alas, I came but— [Kneeling.