Ang. Lie with a man! sweet heaven defend me!
Hip. Alas, friend, I ever lie alone.
Serv. Then to save trouble, sir, because 'tis late, One of the youths shall be disposed with you.
Ang. Who, I! not for the world.
Hip. Neither of us; for, though I would not lodge with you Myself, I never can endure he should.
Ang. Why then, to end the difference, if you please. I and that lady will be bed-fellows.
Hip. No, she and I will lodge together rather.
Serv. You are sweet youths indeed; not for the world You would not lodge with men! none but the lady Would serve your turn.
Aug. Alas, I had forgot I am a boy; I am so lately one. [Aside.
Serv. Well, well; all shall be lodged apart.