Pala. This imp will make me very angry.—I tell thee, young sir, she is at home, and at home for me; and, which is more, she is a-bed for me, and sick for me.
Dor. For you only?
Pala. Aye, for me only.
Dor. But how do you know she's sick a-bed?
Pala. She sent her husband word so.
Dor. And are you such a novice in love, to believe a wife's message to her husband?
Pala. Why, what the devil should be her meaning else?
Dor. It may be, to go in masquerade, as well as you; to observe your haunts, and keep you company without your knowledge.
Pala. Nay, I'll trust her for that: She loves me too well, to disguise herself from me.
Dor. If I were she, I would disguise on purpose to try your wit; and come to my servant like a riddle,—Read me, and take me.