_Dor._ No, no, that must not be, Palamede, for fear the gardener should come and catch you taking up the glass. _Enter_ RHODOPHIL. _Rho._ [_Aside._] Billing so sweetly! now I am confirmed in my suspicions; I must put an end to this ere it go farther--[_To_ DORALICE.] Cry you mercy, spouse, I fear I have interrupted your recreations. _Dor._ What recreations? _Rho._ Nay, no excuses, good spouse; I saw fair hand conveyed to lip, and prest, as though you had been squeezing soft wax together for an indenture. Palamede, you and I must clear this reckoning: why would you have seduced my wife? _Pala._ Why would you have debauched my mistress? _Rho._ What do you think of that civil couple, that played at a game, called Hide and Seek, last evening in the grotto? _Pala._ What do you think of that innocent pair, who made it their pretence to seek for others, but came, indeed, to hide themselves there? _Rho._ All things considered, I begin vehemently to suspect, that the young gentleman I found in your company last night, was a certain youth of my acquaintance. _Pala._ And I have an odd imagination, that you could never have suspected my small gallant, if your little villainous Frenchman had not been a false brother. _Rho._ Further arguments are needless; draw off; I shall speak to you now by the way of _bilbo_. [_Claps his hand to his sword._ _Pala._ And I shall answer you by the way of Dangerfield[2]. [_Claps his hand on his._ _Dor._ Hold, hold; are not you two a couple of mad fighting fools, to cut one another's throats for nothing? _Pala._ How for nothing? He courts the woman I must marry. _Rho._ And he courts you, whom I have married. _Dor._ But you can neither of you be jealous of what you love not. _Rho._ Faith, I am jealous, and this makes me partly suspect that I love you better than I thought. _Dor._ Pish! a mere jealousy of honour. _Rho._ Gad, I am afraid there's something else in't; for Palamede has wit, and, if he loves you, there's something more in ye than I have found: Some rich mine, for aught I know, that I have not yet discovered. _Pala._ 'Slife, what's this? Here's an argument for me to love Melantha; for he has loved her, and he has wit too, and, for aught I know, there may be a mine; but, if there be, I am resolved I'll dig for it. _Dor._ [_To_ RHODOPHIL.] Then I have found my account in raising your jealousy. O! 'tis the most delicate sharp sauce to a cloyed stomach; it will give you a new edge, Rhodophil. _Rho._ And a new point too, Doralice, if I could be sure thou art honest. _Dor._ If you are wise, believe me for your own sake: Love and religion have but one thing to trust to; that's a good sound faith. Consider, if I have played false, you can never find it out by any experiment you can make upon me. _Rho._ No? Why, suppose I had a delicate screwed gun; if I left her clean, and found her foul, I should discover, to my cost, she had been shot in.