Arte. Sure, from hence he learned He had a son?

Amal. It was not left so plain: 
The paper only said, she died in child-bed;
But when it should have mentioned son or daughter,
Just there it was torn off.

Arte. Madam, the king.

  To them POLYDAMUS, ARGALEON, Guard and Attendants.

Arga. The robber, though thrice racked, confessed no more.  But that he took those jewels near this place.

Poly. But yet the circumstances strongly argue, That those, for whom I search, are not far off.

Arga. I cannot easily believe it.

Arte. No, You would not have it so. [Aside.

Poly. Those, I employed, have in the neighbouring hamlet,
Amongst the fishers’ cabins, made discovery
Of some young persons, whose uncommon beauty,
And graceful carriage, make it seem suspicious
They are not what they seem:  I therefore sent
The captain of my guards, this morning early,
With orders to secure and bring them to me.

  Enter RHODOPHIL and PALAMEDE.

O, here he is.—­Have you performed my will?

Rho. Sir, those, whom you commanded me to bring, Are waiting in the walks.

Poly. Conduct them hither.

Rho. First, give me leave To beg your notice of this gentleman.

Poly. He seems to merit it.  His name and quality?

Rho. Palamede, son to lord Cleodemus of Palermo,
And new returned from travel.
                         [PALAMEDE approaches, and kneels to kiss the
                          Kings hand.

Poly. You are welcome. 
I knew your father well, he was both brave
And honest; we two once were fellow soldiers
In the last civil wars.

Pala. I bring the same unquestion’d honesty
And zeal to serve your majesty; the courage
You were pleased to praise in him,
Your royal prudence, and your people’s love,
Will never give me leave to try, like him,
In civil wars; I hope it may in foreign.

Poly. Attend the court, and it shall be my care To find out some employment, worthy you.  Go, Rhodophil, and bring in those without. [Exeunt RHO. and PALA.

  RHODOPHIL returns again immediately, and with him enter
  HERMOGENES, LEONIDAS, and PALMYRA.

Behold two miracles! [Looking earnestly on LEON. and PALMYRA. 
Of different sexes, but of equal form: 
So matchless both, that my divided soul
Can scarcely ask the gods a son or daughter,
For fear of losing one.  If from your hands,
You powers, I shall this day receive a daughter,
Argaleon, she is yours; but, if a son,
Then Amalthea’s love shall make him happy.

Arga. Grant, heaven, this admirable nymph may prove That issue, which he seeks!