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.

_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.

_Amint_. I laid my lips to hers, and [t]hat wild breath
That was rude and rough to me, last night

[_Aside.

Was sweet as _April_; I'le be guilty too,
If these be the effects.

[_Enter Melantius_.

_Mel_. Good day _Amintor_, for to me the name
Of Brother is too distant; we are friends,
And that i