Phil. What, do you think I'll be ungrateful?—But however, if you distrust my memory, put some token on my finger to remember it by: That diamond there would do admirably.
Pala. There 'tis; and I ask your pardon heartily for calling your memory into question: I assure you I'll trust it another time, without putting you to the trouble of another token.
Enter Palmyra and Artemis.
Art. Madam, this way the prisoners are to pass; Here you may see Leonidas.
Palm. Then here I'll stay, and follow him to death.
Enter Melantha, hastily.
Mel. O, here's her highness! Now is my time to introduce myself, and to make my court to her, in my new French phrases. Stay, let me read my catalogue—Suite, figure, chagrin, naiveté, and let me die, for the parenthesis of all.
Pala. [Aside.] Do, persecute her; and I'll persecute thee as fast in thy own dialect.
Mel. Madam, the princess! let me die, but this is a most horrid spectacle, to see a person, who makes so grand a figure in the court, without the suite of a princess, and entertaining your chagrin all alone:—Naiveté should have been there, but the disobedient word would not come in.
[Aside.
Palm. What is she, Artemis?