Enter Cleon, Strato, Diphilus.
Cle. Your sister is not up yet.
Diph. Oh, Brides must take their mornings rest, The night is troublesome.
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.