Rho. There's no retiring now; I warrant you for discovery. Now have I the oddest thought, to entertain you before your servant's face, and he never the wiser; it will be the prettiest juggling trick, to cheat him when he looks upon us.
Mel. This is the strangest caprice in you.
Pala. [to Doralice.] This Rhodophil's the unluckiest fellow to me! this is now the second time he has barred the dice when we were just ready to have nicked him; but if ever I get the box again—
Dor. Do you think he will not know me? Am I like myself?
Pala. No more than a picture in the hangings.
Dor. Nay, then he can never discover me, now the wrong side of the arras is turned towards him.
Pala. At least, it will be some pleasure to me, to enjoy what freedom I can while he looks on; I will storm the out-works of matrimony even before his face.
Rho. What wine have you there, Palamede?
Pala. Old Chios, or the rogue's damn'd that drew it.
Rho. Come,—to the most constant of mistresses! that, I believe, is yours, Palamede.