_Are_. O y'are a cunning boy, and taught to lie,
For your Lords credit; but thou knowest, a lie,
That bears this sound, is welcomer to me,
Than any truth that saies he loves me not.
Lead the way Boy: Do you attend me too;
'Tis thy Lords business hasts me thus; Away.

[_Exeunt_.

_Enter _Dion, Cleremont, Thrasilin, Megra _and _Galatea.

_Di_. Come Ladies, shall we talk a round? As men
Do walk a mile, women should take an hour
After supper: 'Tis their exercise.

_Gal_. Tis late.

_Meg_. 'Tis all
My eyes will do to lead me to my bed.

_Gal_. I fear they are so heavy, you'l scarce find
The way to your lodging with 'em to night.

[ Enter _Pharamond_.

_Thra_. The Prince.

_Pha_. Not a bed Ladies? y'are good sitters up;
What think you of a pleasant dream to last
Till morning?