able;
and that to be fair, and sing well, had been only the privilege of
angels.

_Dor._ And how many more of these fine things can you say to me?

_Pala._ Very few, madam; for if I should continue to see you some
hours longer, you look so killingly that I should be mute with wonder.

_Dor._ This will not give you the reputation of a wit with me. You
travelling monsieurs live upon the stock you have got abroad, for the
first day or two: to repeat with a good memory, and apply with a good
grace, is all your wit; and, commonly, your gullets are sewed up, like
cormorants. When you have regorged what you have taken in, you are the
leanest things in nature.

_Pala._ Then, madam, I think you had best make that use of me; let me
wait on you for two or three days together, and you shall hear all I
have learnt of extraordinary in other countries; and one thing which I
never saw 'till I came home, that is, a lady of a better voice, better
face, and better wit, than any I have seen abroad. And, after this, if
I should not declare myself most passionately in love with you, I
should have less wit than yet you think I have.

_Dor._ A very plain, and pithy declaration. I see, sir, you have been
travelling in Spain or Italy, or some of the hot countries, where men
come to the point immediately. But are you sure these are not words of
course? For I would not give my poor heart an occasion of complaint
against me, that I engaged it too rashly, and then could not bring it
off.

_Pala._ Your heart may trust itself with me safely; I shall use it
very civilly while it stays, and never turn it away, without fair
warning to provide for itself.

_Dor._ First, then, I do receive your passion with as little
consideration, on my part, as ever you gave it me, on yours. And now,
see what a miserable wretch you have made yourself!

_Pala._ Who, I miserable? Thank you for that. Give me love enough, and
life enough, and I defy Fortune.

_Dor._ Know, then, thou man of vain imagination, know, to thy utter
confusion, that I am virtuous.

_Pala._ Such another word, and I give up the ghost.

_Dor._ Then, to strike you quite dead, know that I am married too.

_Pala._ Art thou married? O thou damnable virtuous woman!

_Dor._ Yes, married to a gentleman; young, handsome rich, valiant, and
with all the good qualities that will make you despair, and hang
yourself.

_Pala._ Well, in spite of all that, I'll love you: Fortune has cut us
out for o