Phæd. [Aside.] But Jupiter should ask my leave
first, were he here in person.
Alc. Bromia, prepare the bed:
The tedious journey has disposed my lord
To seek his needful rest. [Exit Bromia.
Phæd. 'Tis very true, madam; the poor gentleman must needs be weary; and, therefore, it was not ill contrived, that he must lie alone to-night, to recruit himself with sleep, and lay in enough for to-morrow night, when you may keep him waking.
Alc. [To Jupiter.] I must confess, I made a kind of promise.——
Phæd. [Almost crying.] A kind of promise, do you call it? I see you would fain be coming off. I am sure you swore to me, by Jupiter, that I should be your bedfellow; and I'll accuse you to him, too, the first prayers I make; and I'll pray o' purpose, too, that I will, though I have not prayed to him this seven years.
Jup. O, the malicious hilding!