_Amint_. I faith I have not.

_Diph_. You have done better then.

_Amint_. We ventured for a Boy; when he is Twelve,
He shall command against the foes of _Rhodes_.

_Stra_. You cannot, you want sleep.
[_Aside_.

_Amint_. 'Tis true; but she
As if she had drunk _Lethe_, or had made
Even with Heaven, did fetch so still a sleep,
So sweet and sound.

_Diph_. What's that?

_Amint_. 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 Maiden-head to night.

_Amint_. Ha! he does not mock me; y'ad lost indeed;
I do not use to bungle.

_Cleo_. You do deserve her.