Amint. Not I by Heaven. [Aside.
Diph. Sister, Dula swears she heard you cry two rooms off.
Evad. Fie how you talk!
Diph. Let's see you walk.
Evad. By my troth y'are spoil'd.
Mel. Amintor!
Amint. Ha!
Mel. Thou art sad.
Amint. Who I? I thank you for that, shall Diphilus, thou and I sing a catch?
Mel. How!