Mel. Let me die, but this solitude, and that grotto are scandalous; I'll go no further; besides, you have a sweet lady of your own.
Rho. But a sweet mistress, now and then, makes my sweet lady so much more sweet.
Mel. I hope you will not force me?
Rho. But I will, if you desire it.
Pala. [Within.] Where the devil are you, madam? 'Sdeath, I begin to be weary of this hide and seek: If you stay a little longer, till the fit's over, I'll hide in my turn, and put you to the finding me. [He enters, and sees Rhodophil and Melantha.] How! Rhodophil and my mistress!
Mel. My servant, to apprehend me! this is surprenant au dernier.
Rho. I must on; there's nothing but impudence can help me out.
Pala. Rhodophil, how came you hither in so good company?
Rho. As you see, Palamede; an effect of pure friendship; I was not able to live without you.
Pala. But what makes my mistress with you?