_Pala._ Stay, stay; I'll present you when it is more convenient. I find I must get her a place at court; and when she is once there, she can be no longer ridiculous; for she is young enough, and pretty enough, and fool enough, and French enough, to bring up a fashion there to be affected. _Leon._ [_To_ RHODOPHIL.] Did she then lead you to this brave attempt? [_To_ AMALTHEA.] To you, fair Amalthea, what I am, And what all these, from me, we jointly owe: First, therefore, to your great desert we give Your brother's life; but keep him under guard Till our new power be settled. What more grace He may receive, shall from his future carriage Be given, as he deserves. _Arga._ I neither now desire, nor will deserve it; My loss is such as cannot be repaired, And, to the wretched, life can be no mercy. _Leon._ Then be a prisoner always: Thy ill fate And pride will have it so: But since in this I cannot, Instruct me, generous Amalthea, how A king may serve you. _Amal._ I have all I hope, And all I now must wish; I see you happy. Those hours I have to live, which heaven in pity Will make but few, I vow to spend with vestals: The greatest part in prayers for you; the rest In mourning my unworthiness. Press me not farther to explain myself; 'Twill not become me, and may cause your trouble. _Leon._ Too well I understand her secret grief, [_Aside._ But dare not seem to know it.--Come, my fairest; [_To_ PALMYRA. Beyond my crown I have one joy in store, To give that crown to her whom I adore. [_Exeunt._ EPILOGUE.