_Sos._ I had been a traitor, indeed, to have betrayed thee to the swallowing of a gallon; but a thimble-full of cordial water is easily sipt off: and then, this same goblet is so very light too, that it will be no burden to carry it about with thee in thy pocket. _Phæd._ O apostate to thy love! O perjured villain!-- _Enter_ BROMIA. What, are you here, Bromia? I was telling him his own: I was giving him a rattle for his treacheries to you, his love: You see I can be a friend, upon occasion. _Brom._ Ay, chicken, I never doubted of thy kindness; but, for this fugitive--this rebel--this miscreant---- _Sos._ A kind welcome, to an absent lover, as I have been. _Brom._ Ay; and a kind greeting you gave me, at your return; when you used me so barbarously this morning. _Sos._ The t'other Sosia has been with her too; and has used her barbarously: barbarously,--that is to say, uncivilly: and uncivilly,--I am afraid that means too civilly. [_Aside._ _Phæd._ You had best deny you were here this morning! And by the same token---- _Sos._ Nay, no more tokens, for Heaven's sake, dear Phædra.--Now must I ponder with myself a little, whether it be better for me to have been here, or not to have been here, this morning. [_Aside._ _Enter a Servant._ _Serv._ Phædra, my lord's without; and will not enter till he has first spoken with you. [_Exit Serv._ _Phæd._ [_To him in private._] Oh, that I could stay to help worry thee for this abuse; but the best on't is, I leave thee in good hands.----Farewell, Thimble----To him, Bromia. [_Exit_ PHÆDRA. _Brom._ No; you did not beat me, and put me into a swoon, and deprive me of the natural use of my tongue for a long half hour: you did not beat me down with your little wand:--but I shall teach you to use your rod another time----I shall. _Sos._ Put her into a swoon, with my little wand, and so forth! That's more than ever I could do. These are terrible circumstances, that some Sosia or other has been here. Now, if he has literally beaten her, gramercy, brother Sosia! he has but done what I would have done, if I had durst. But I am afraid it was only a damned love-figure; and that the wand, that laid her asleep, might signify the peace-maker. [_Aside._ _Brom._ Now you are snuffling up on a cold scent, for some pitiful excuse. I know you; twenty to one, but you will plead a drunkenness; you are used to be pot-valiant. _Sos._ I was pumping, and I thank her, she has invented for me.--Yes, Bromia, I must confess I was exalted; and, possibly, I might scour upon thee, or perhaps be a little more familiar with thy person, by the way of kindness, than if I had been sober: but, pr'ythee, inform me what I did, that I may consider what satisfaction I am to make thee. _Brom._ Are you there at your dog-tricks! You would be forgetting, would you? like a drunken bully that affronts over night, and, when he is called to account the next morning, remembers nothing of the quarrel; and asks pardon, to avoid fighting.