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?