Poly. Away, I'll hear no more.
Palm. For my dead mother's sake; you say you loved her,
And tell me I resemble her. Thus she
Had begged.
Poly. And thus I had denied her.
Palm. You must be merciful.
Arga. You must be constant.
Poly. Go, bear them to the torture; you have boasted
You have a king to head you; I would know
To whom I must resign.
Eub. This is our recompence For serving thy dead queen.
Herm. And education Of thy daughter.
Arga. You are too modest, in not naming all
His obligations to you: Why did you
Omit his son, the prince Leonidas?
Poly. That imposture
I had forgot; their tortures shall be doubled.