Pala. Well, I'll cherish my body as much as I can, upon that hope. 'Tis true, I would not directly murder the wife of my bosom; but, to kill her civilly, by the way of kindness, I'll put as fair as another man: I'll begin to-morrow night, and be very wrathful with her; that's resolved on.
Dor. Well, Palamede, here's my hand, I'll venture to be your second wife, for all your threatenings.
Pala. In the mean time I'll watch you hourly, as I would the ripeness of a melon; and I hope you'll give me leave now and then to look on you, and to see if you are not ready to be cut yet.
Dor. No, no, that must not be, Palamede, for fear the gardener should come and catch you taking up the glass.
Enter Rhodophil.
Rho. [Aside.] Billing so sweetly! now I am confirmed in my suspicions; I must put an end to this ere it go farther—[To Doralice.] Cry you mercy, spouse, I fear I have interrupted your recreations.
Dor. What recreations?
Rho. Nay, no excuses, good spouse; I saw fair hand conveyed to lip, and prest, as though you had been squeezing soft wax together for an indenture. Palamede, you and I must clear this reckoning: why would you have seduced my wife?
Pala. Why would you have debauched my mistress?
Rho. What do you think of that civil couple, that played at a game, called Hide and Seek, last evening in the grotto?