Pala. Lord, Lord, what shall I do?—Well, dear friend, to let you see I scorn to be jealous, and that I dare trust my mistress with you, take her back, for I would not willingly have her frighted, and I am resolved to see who's there; I'll not be daunted with a bugbear, that's certain:—Prithee, dispute it not, it shall be so; nay do not put me to swear, but go quickly: There's an effort of pure friendship for you now.
Enter Doralice, and looks amazed, seeing them.
Rho. Doralice! I am thunder-struck to see you here.
Pala. So am I! quite thunder-struck. Was it you, that called me within?—I must be impudent.
Rho. How came you hither, spouse?
Pala. Ay, how came you hither? And, which is more, how could you be here without my knowledge?
Dor. [To her husband.] O, gentlemen, have I caught you i'faith! have I broke forth in ambush upon you! I thought my suspicions would prove true.
Rho. Suspicions! this is very fine, spouse! Prithee, what suspicions?
Dor. O, you feign ignorance: Why, of you and Melantha; here have I staid these two hours, waiting with all the rage of a passionate, loving wife, but infinitely jealous, to take you two in the manner; for hither I was certain you would come.
Rho. But you are mistaken, spouse, in the occasion; for we came hither on purpose to find Palamede, on intelligence he was gone before.