Ch. What Story is that? What Fable is that?
Pe. I'll tell you if you are at Leisure.
Ch. There is nothing more pleasant.
Pe. Then order me a Chair and a Cushion.
Ch. That's very well thought on, for you will tell Lyes the better, sitting at Ease.
Pe. Historians tell us a Story, of one Epimenides a Man of Crete, who taking a Walk alone by himself without the City, being caught in a hasty Shower of Rain, went for Shelter into a Cave, and there fell asleep, and slept on for seven and forty Years together.
I don't believe it. The Form.
Ch. What a Story you tell? 'Tis incredible. What you say is not very likely. You tell me a Fiction. I don't think 'tis true. You tell me a monstrous Story. Are you not asham'd to be guilty of so wicked a Lye? This is a Fable fit to be put among Lucian's Legends.
Pe. Nay, I tell you what is related by Authors of Credit, unless you think Aulus Gellius is not an Author of approv'd Credit.
Ch. Nay, whatsoever he has written are Oracles to me.