ACT IV.
SCENE I.—An Antechamber of Cassandra's Lodging.
Enter Ptolemy, Sosibius, Cœnus, and Cassandra.
Sosib. So, so,—it works; now, mistress, sit you fast. [Aside.
Ptol. Humph, whores and catamites!
Were those his words?
Cœn. Upon my life they were.
Ptol. Whom should he mean by those unmannered terms?
Cassandra, can you guess?