_Stra_. But not tedious.

_Diph_. What odds, he has not my Sisters maiden-head to
night?

_Stra_. No, it's odds against any Bridegroom living, he
ne're gets it while he lives.

_Diph_. Y'are merry with my Sister, you'l please to allow
me the same freedom with your Mother.

_Stra_. She's at your service.

_Diph_. Then she's merry enough of her self, 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 your self to day, the night
will come again.

[_Enter Amintor_.

_Amint_. Who's there, my Brother? I am no readier yet,
your Sister is but now up.

_Diph_. You look as you had lost your eyes to night; I
think you ha' not slept.