SCENE I.Antechamber to Evadne’s Bedroom in the Palace.


Cle. Your sister is not up yet.

Diph. Oh, brides must take their morning’s rest; the night is troublesome.

Stra. But not tedious.

Diph. What odds, he has not my sister’s maidenhead tonight?

Stra. No; it’s odds, against any bridegroom living, he ne’er gets it while he lives.

Diph. You’re merry with my sister; you’ll please to allow me the same freedom with your mother.

Stra. She’s at your service.

Diph. Then she’s merry enough of herself; she needs no tickling. Knock at the door.

Stra. We shall interrupt them.

Diph. No matter; they have the year before them.—Good-morrow, sister! Spare yourself to-day; the night will come again.


Amin. Who’s there? my brother! I’m no readier yet.
Your sister is but now up.

Diph. You look as you had lost your eyes to-night:
I think you have not slept.

Amin. I’faith I have not.

Diph. You have done better, then.

Amin. We ventured for a boy: When he is twelve,
He shall command against the foes of Rhodes.
Shall we be merry?

Stra. You cannot; you want sleep.

Amin. ’Tis true.—But she,


As if she had drank Lethe, or had made
Even with Heaven, did fetch so still a sleep,
So sweet and sound—

Diph. What’s that?

Amin. Your sister frets
This morning; and does turn her eyes upon me,
As people on their headsman. She does chafe,
And kiss, and chafe again, and clap my cheeks;
She’s in another world.

Diph. Then I had lost: I was about to lay
You had not got her maidenhead to-night.

Amin. Ha! he does not mock me? [Aside.]—You had lost, indeed;
I do not use to bungle.

Cleo. You do deserve her.

  By PanEris using Melati.

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