Alcan. To sleep, Sir, as you were wont to do.
Phi. Sleep, and Erminia have abandon’d me; I’ll never sleep again.
Alcan. This is an humour, Sir, you must forsake.
Phi. Never, never, oh Alcander. Dost know where my Erminia lies to night?
Alcan. I guess, Sir.
Phi. Where? Nay, prithee speak, Indeed I shall not be offended at it.
Alcan. I know not why you should, Sir; She’s where she ought, abed with young Alcippus.
Phi. Thou speak’st thy real Thoughts.
Alcan. Why should your Highness doubt it?
Phi. By Heaven, there is no faith in Woman-kind; Alcander, dost thou know an honest Woman?