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24 It is the lady's pleasure we be thus In grief: she is forsaken.

Cal.There's a rogue too, A young dissembling slave! Well, get you in! I'll have a bout with that boy. 'Tis high time Now to be valiant; I confess my youth Was never prone that way. What, made an ass? A court-stale? Well, I will be valiant, And beat some dozen of these whelps; I will! And there's another of 'em, a trim cheating soldier; I'll maul that rascal; he has out-braved me twice: But now, I thank the gods, I am valiant.— Go, get you in! I'll take a course with all.

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 to night?

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.

Enter AMINTOR.

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.

Stra.You cannot; you want sleep.

Amin.'Tis true.—But she, As if she had drank Lethe, or had made Even with Heav'n, did fetch so still a Sleep,

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