_Dor._ First, then, I do receive your passion with as little consideration, on my part, as ever you gave it me, on yours. And now, see what a miserable wretch you have made yourself! _Pala._ Who, I miserable? Thank you for that. Give me love enough, and life enough, and I defy Fortune. _Dor._ Know, then, thou man of vain imagination, know, to thy utter confusion, that I am virtuous. _Pala._ Such another word, and I give up the ghost. _Dor._ Then, to strike you quite dead, know that I am married too. _Pala._ Art thou married? O thou damnable virtuous woman! _Dor._ Yes, married to a gentleman; young, handsome rich, valiant, and with all the good qualities that will make you despair, and hang yourself. _Pala._ Well, in spite of all that, I'll love you: Fortune has cut us out for one another; for I am to be married within these three days; married, past redemption to a young, fair, rich, and virtuous lady; and it shall go hard but I will love my wife as little, as, I perceive, you do your husband. _Dor._ Remember, I invade no propriety: my servant you are, only 'till you are married. _Pala._ In the meantime, you are to forget you have a husband. _Dor._ And you, that you are to have a wife. _Bel._ [_aside, to her Lady._] O madam, my lord's just at the end of the walks! and, if you make not haste, will discover you. _Dor._ Some other time, new servant, we'll talk further of the premises; in the mean while, break not my first commandment, that is, not to follow me. _Pala._ But where, then, shall I find you again? _Dor._ At court. Yours, for two days, sir. _Pala._ And nights, I beseech you, madam. [_Exeunt_ DORALICE _and_ BELIZ. _Pala._ Well, I'll say that for thee, thou art a very dexterous executioner; thou hast done my business at one stroke: yet I must marry another--and yet I must love this; and if it lead me into some little inconveniencies, as jealousies, and duels, and death, and so forth--yet, while sweet love is in the case, Fortune, do thy worst, and avaunt, mortality! _Enter_ RHODOPHIL, _who seems speaking to one within._ _Rho._ Leave 'em with my lieutenant, while I fetch new orders from the king.--How? Palamede! [_Sees_ PALAMEDE. _Pala._ Rhodophil! _Rho._ Who thought to have seen you in Sicily? _Pala._ Who thought to have found the court so far from Syracuse? _Rho._ The king best knows the reason of the progress. But, answer me, I beseech you, what brought you home from travel? _Pala._ The commands of an old rich father. _Rho._ And the hopes of burying him? _Pala._ Both together, as you see, have prevailed on my good nature. In few words, my old man has already married me; for he has agreed with another old man, as rich and as covetous as himself; the articles are drawn, and I have given my consent, for fear of being disinherited; and yet know not what kind of woman I am to marry.