ne 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.

_Rho._ Sure your father intends you some very ugly wife, and has a
mind to keep you in ignorance till you have shot the gulf.

_Pala._ I know not that; but obey I will, and must.

_Rho._ Then I cannot chuse but grieve for all the good girls and
courtezans of France and Italy. They have lost the m