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?