_Rho._ Dear Palamede, I am sorry we shall not have one course together at the herd; but I find your game lies single: Good fortune to you with your mistress. [_Exit._ _Pala._ He has wished me good fortune with his wife; there's no sin in this then, there's fair leave given. Well, I must go visit the sick; I cannot resist the temptations of my charity. O what a difference will she find betwixt a dull resty husband and a quick vigorous lover! He sets out like a carrier's horse, plodding on, because he knows he must, with the bells of matrimony chiming so melancholy about his neck, in pain till he's at his journey's end; and, despairing to get thither, he is fain to fortify imagination with the thoughts of another woman: I take heat after heat, like a well-breathed courser, and--But hark, what noise is that? Swords! [_Clashing of swords within._] Nay, then, have with you. [_Exit_ PALA. _Re-enter_ PALAMEDE, _with_ RHODOPHIL; _and_ DORALICE _in man's habit._ _Rho._ Friend, your relief was very timely, otherwise I had been oppressed. _Pala._ What was the quarrel? _Rho._ What I did was in rescue of this youth. _Pala._ What cause could he give them? _Dor._ The cause was nothing but only the common cause of fighting in masquerades: They were drunk, as I was sober. _Rho._ Have they not hurt you? _Dor._ No; but I am exceeding ill with the fright on't. _Pala._ Let's lead him to some place, where he may refresh himself. _Rho._ Do you conduct him then. _Pala._ [_Aside._] How cross this happens to my design of going to Doralice! for I am confident she was sick on purpose that I should visit her. Hark you, Rhodophil, could not you take care of the stripling? I am partly engaged to-night. _Rho._ You know I have business; but come, youth, if it must be so. _Dor._ to _Rho._ No, good sir, do not give yourself that trouble; I shall be safer, and better pleased with your friend here. _Rho._ Farewell, then; once more I wish you a good adventure. _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.