_Pala._ Damn this kindness! now must I be troubled with this young
rogue, and miss my opportunity with Doralice.
[_Exit_ RHO. _alone;_ PALA. _with_ DOR.

SCENE III.

_Enter_ POLYDAMUS.

_Poly._ Argaleon counselled well to banish him:
He has, I know not what,
Of greatness in his looks, and of high fate,
That almost awes me; but I fear my daughter,
Who hourly moves me for him; and I marked,
She sighed when I but named Argaleon to her.
But see, the maskers: Hence, my cares, this night!
At least take truce, and find me on my pillow.

_Enter the Princess in masquerade, with Ladies. At the other end,_
ARGALEON _and Gentlemen in masquerade; then_ LEONIDAS _leading_
AMALTHEA. _The King sits. A Dance. After the Dance,_

_Amal._ to _Leon._ That's the princess;
I saw the habit ere she put it on.

_Leon._ I know her by a thousand other signs;
She cannot hide so much divinity.
Disguised, and silent, yet some graceful motion
Breaks from her, and shines round her like a glory.
[_Goes to_ PALMYRA.

_Amal._ Thus she reveals herself, and knows it not;
Like love's dark lanthorn, I direct his steps,
And yet he sees not that, which gives him light.

_Palm._ I know you; but, alas! Leonidas,
Why should you tempt this danger on yourself?

_Leon._ Madam, you know me not, if you believe;
I would not hazard greater for your sake.
But you, I fear, are changed.

_Palm._ No, I am still the same;
But there are many things became Palmyra,
Which ill become the princess.

_Leon_, I ask nothing
Which honour will not give you leave to grant:
One hour's short audience, at my father's house,
You cannot sure refuse me.

_Palm._ Perhaps I should, did I consult strict virtue;
But something must be given to love and you.
When would you I should come?

_Leon._ This evening, with the speediest opportunity.
I have a secret to discover to you,
Which will surprise and please you.

_Palm._ 'Tis enough.
Go now; for we may be observed and known.
I trust your honour; give me not occasion
To blame myself, or you.

_Leon._ You never shall repent your good opinion.
[_Kisses her hand, and Exit._

_Arga._ I cannot be deceived; that is the princess:
One of her maids betrayed the habit to me.
But who was he with whom she held discourse?
'Tis one she favours, for he kissed her hand.
Our shapes are like, our habits