Pala. What do you think of that innocent pair, who made it their pretence to seek for others, but came, indeed, to hide themselves there?
Rho. All things considered, I begin vehemently to suspect, that the young gentleman I found in your company last night, was a certain youth of my acquaintance.
Pala. And I have an odd imagination, that you could never have suspected my small gallant, if your little villainous Frenchman had not been a false brother.
Rho. Further arguments are needless; draw off; I shall speak to you now by the way of bilbo.
[Claps his hand to his sword.
Pala. And I shall answer you by the way of Dangerfield[2]. [Claps his hand on his.
Dor. Hold, hold; are not you two a couple of mad fighting fools, to cut one another's throats for nothing?
Pala. How for nothing? He courts the woman I must marry.
Rho. And he courts you, whom I have married.
Dor. But you can neither of you be jealous of what you love not.
Rho. Faith, I am jealous, and this makes me partly suspect that I love you better than I thought.