_Arga._ Believe him not; he sees you credulous, And would impose his own base issue on you, And fix it to your crown. _Amal._ Behold his goodly shape and feature, sir; Methinks he much resembles you. _Arga._ I say, if you have any issue here, It must be that fair creature; By all my hopes I think so. _Amal._ Yes, brother, I believe you by your hopes, For they are all for her. _Poly._ Call the youth nearer. _Her._ Leonidas, the king would speak with you. _Poly._ Come near, and be not dazzled with the splendour, And greatness of a court. _Leon._ I need not this encouragement; I can fear nothing but the gods. And, for this glory, after I have seen The canopy of state spread wide above In the abyss of heaven, the court of stars, The blushing morning, and the rising sun, What greater can I see? _Poly._ This speaks thee born a prince; thou art, thyself, [_Embracing him._ That rising sun, and shalt not see, on earth, A brighter than thyself. All of you witness, That for my son I here receive this youth, This brave, this--but I must not praise him further, Because he now is mine. _Leon._ I wo'not, sir, believe [_Kneeling._ That I am made your sport; For I find nothing in myself, but what Is much above a scorn. I dare give credit To whatsoe'er a king, like you, can tell me. Either I am, or will deserve to be, your son. _Arga._ I yet maintain it is impossible This young man should be yours; for, if he were, Why should Hermogenes so long conceal him, When he might gain so much by his discovery? _Her._ I staid a while to make him worthy, sir, Of you. [_To the King._ But in that time I found Somewhat within him, which so moved my love, I never could resolve to part with him. _Leon._ You ask too many questions, and are [_To_ ARGA. Too saucy for a subject. _Arga._ You rather over-act your part, and are Too soon a prince. _Leon._ Too soon you'll find me one. _Poly._ Enough, Argaleon! I have declared him mine; and you, Leonidas, Live well with him I love. _Arga._ Sir, if he be your son, I may have leave To think your queen had twins. Look on this virgin; Hermogenes would enviously deprive you Of half your treasure. _Her._ Sir, she is my daughter. I could, perhaps, thus aided by this lord, Prefer her to be yours; but truth forbid I should procure her greatness by a lie! _Poly._ Come hither, beauteous maid: Are you not sorry Your father will not let you pass for mine? _Palm._ I am content to be what heaven has made me. _Poly._ Could you not wish yourself a princess then? _Palm._ Not to be sister to Leonidas. _Poly._ Why, my sweet maid? _Palm._ Indeed I cannot tell; But I could be content to be his handmaid. _Arga._ I wish I had not seen her. [_Aside._