_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. _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 is nearer. _Amint_. Dear _Melantius_! Let me behold thee; is it possible? _Mel_. What sudden gaze is this? _Amint_. 'Tis wonderous strange. _Mel_. Why does thine eye desire so strict a view Of that it knows so well? There's nothing here that is not thine.