Where falsehood should abide: leave and to bed;
If you have sworn to any of the Virgins
That were your old companions, to preserve
Your Maidenhead a night, it may be done without this
means.

_Evad_. A Maidenhead _Amintor_ at my years?

_Amint_. Sure she raves, this cannot be
Thy natural temper; shall I call thy maids?
Either thy healthful sleep hath left thee long,
Or else some Fever rages in thy blood.

_Evad_. Neither _Amintor_; think you I am mad,
Because I speak the truth?

_Amint_. Will you not lie with me to night?

_Evad_. To night? you talk as if I would hereafter.

_Amint_. Hereafter? yes, I do.

_Evad_. You are deceiv'd, put off amazement, and with patience mark
What I shall utter, for the Oracle
Knows nothing truer, 'tis not for a night
Or two that I forbear thy bed, but for ever.

_Amint_. I dream,--awake _Amintor_!

_Evad_. You hear right,