Pala. I could know her in any shape: My good genius would prompt me to find out a handsome woman: There's something that would attract me to her without my knowledge.
Dor. Then you make a load-stone of your mistress?
Pala. Yes, and I carry steel about me, which has been so often touched, that it never fails to point to the north pole.
Dor. Yet still my mind gives me, that you have met her disguised to-night, and have not known her.
Pala. This is the most pragmatical conceited little fellow, he will needs understand my business better than myself. I tell thee, once more, thou dost not know my mistress.
Dor. And I tell you once more, that I know her better than you do.
Pala. The boy's resolved to have the last word. I find I must go without reply. [Exit.
Dor. Ah mischief, I have lost him with my fooling. Palamede, Palamede!
He returns. She plucks off her peruke, and puts it on again when he knows her.
Pala. O heavens! is it you, madam?