Dor. Now, where was your good genius, that would prompt you to find me out?
Pala. Why, you see I was not deceived; you yourself were my good genius.
Dor. But where was the steel, that knew the load-stone? Ha?
Pala. The truth is, madam, the steel has lost its virtue: and, therefore, if you please, we'll new touch it.
Enter Rhodophil; and Melantha in Boys habit. Rhodophil sees Palamede kissing Doralice's hand.
Rho. Palamede again! am I fallen into your quarters? What? Engaging with a boy? Is all honourable?
Pala. O, very honourable on my side. I was just chastising this young villain; he was running away, without paying his share of the reckoning.
Rho. Then I find I was deceived in him.
Pala. Yes, you are deceived in him: 'tis the archest rogue, if you did but know him.
Mel. Good Rhodophil, let us get off a-la derobbée, for fear I should be discovered.