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.