Leon. And as I would be just in my rewards,
So should I in my punishments; these two,
This, the usurper of my crown, the other,
Of my Palmyra's love, deserve that death,
Which both designed for me.
Poly. And we expect it.
Arga. I have too long been happy, to live wretched.
Poly. And I too long have governed, to desire
A life without an empire.
Leon. You are Palmyra's father; and as such,
Though not a king, shall have obedience paid
From him who is one. Father, in that name
All injuries forgot, and duty owned. [Embraces him.
Poly. O, had I known you could have been this king,
Thus god-like, great and good, I should have wished
To have been dethroned before. 'Tis now I live,
And more than reign; now all my joys flow pure,
Unmixed with cares, and undisturbed by conscience.
Enter Palmyra, Amalthea, Artemis, Doralice, and Melantha.
Leon. See, my Palmyra comes! the frighted blood
Scarce yet recalled to her pale cheeks,
Like the first streaks of light broke loose from darkness,
And dawning into blushes.—Sir, you said [To Poly.
Your joys were full; Oh, would you make mine so!
I am but half restored without this blessing.
Poly. The gods, and my Palmyra, make you happy,
As you make me! [Gives her hand to Leonidas.
Palm. Now all my prayers are heard:
I may be dutiful, and yet may love.
Virtue and patience have at length unravelled
The knots, which fortune tyed.