Rho. Yes: Where's the secret?
Pala. There it is: [Shewing Dor.] I may tell you, as my friend, sub sigillo, &c. this is that very lady, with whom I am in love.
Rho. By all that's virtuous, my wife! [Aside.
Pala. You look strangely: How do you like her? Is she not very handsome?
Rho. Sure he abuses me. [Aside.]—Why the devil do you ask my judgment?
Pala. You are so dogged now, you think no man's mistress handsome but your own. Come, you shall hear her talk too; she has wit, I assure you.
Rho. This is too much, Palamede. [Going back.
Pala. Pr'ythee do not hang back so: Of an old tried lover, thou art the most bashful fellow!
[Pulling him forward.
Dor. Were you so near, and would not speak, dear husband? [Looking up.
Pala. Husband, quoth a! I have cut out a fine piece of work for myself. [Aside.