_Palm._ And yet you answered to them. Retire; you are too indiscreet a lover: I'll meet you where I promised. [_Exit._ _Arga._ O my curst fortune! what have I discovered! But I will be revenged. [_Whispers to the King._ _Poly._ But are you certain you are not deceived? _Arga._ Upon my life. _Poly._ Her honour is concerned. Somewhat I'll do; but I am yet distracted, And know not where to fix. I wished a child, And heaven, in anger, granted my request. So blind we are, our wishes are so vain, That what we most desire, proves most our pain. [_Exeunt._ SCENE IV. _An Eating-house. Bottles of Wine on the table._ PALAMEDE, _and_ DORALICE, _in Man's Habit._ _Dor._ [_Aside._] Now cannot I find in my heart to discover myself, though I long he should know me. _Pala._ I tell thee, boy, now I have seen thee safe, I must be gone: I have no leisure to throw away on thy raw conversation; I am a person that understands better things, I. _Dor._ Were I a woman, oh how you would admire me! cry up every word I said, and screw your face into a submissive smile; as I have seen a dull gallant act wit, and counterfeit pleasantness, when he whispers to a great person in a play-house; smile, and look briskly, when the other answers, as if something of extraordinary had past betwixt them, when, heaven knows, there was nothing else but,--What a clock does your lordship think it is? And my lord's _repartee_ is,--It is almost park-time: or, at most,--Shall we out of the pit, and go behind the scenes for an act or two--And yet such fine things as these would be wit in a mistress's mouth. _Pala._ Ay, boy; there dame Nature's in the case: He, who cannot find wit in a mistress, deserves to find nothing else, boy. But these are riddles to thee, child, and I have not leisure to instruct thee; I have affairs to dispatch, great affairs; I am a man of business. _Dor._ Come, you shall not go: You have no affairs but what you may dispatch here, to my knowledge. _Pala._ I find now, thou art a boy of more understanding than I thought thee; a very lewd wicked boy: O' my conscience, thou would'st debauch me, and hast some evil designs upon my person. _Dor._ You are mistaken, sir; I would only have you shew me a more lawful reason why you would leave me, than I can why you should not, and I'll not stay you; for I am not so young, but I understand the necessities of flesh and blood, and the pressing occasions of mankind, as well as you. _Pala._ A very forward and understanding boy! thou art in great danger of a page's wit, to be brisk at fourteen, and dull at twenty. But I'll give thee no further account; I must, and will go. _Dor._ My life on it, your mistress is not at home. _Pala._ This imp will make me very angry.--I tell thee, young sir, she is at home, and at home for me; and, which is more, she is a-bed for me, and sick for me. _Dor._ For you only? _Pala._ Aye, for me only.