Lais. Uncivil wretch, whose manners are answerable to thy calling, the time was thou wouldest have had my company, had it not beene, as thou saidst, too deare. 30
Diog. I remember there was a thing that I repented mee of, and now thou hast tolde it. Indeed, it was too deare of nothing,[962] and thou deare to no bodie.
Lais. Downe, villaine, or I will have thy head broken!
Mil. Will you couch?[963] 35
Phry. Avant, curre! Come, sweet Lays, let us goe to some place and possesse peace. But first let us sing; there is more pleasure in tuning of a voyce, than in a volly of shot.
[A Song.]
Mil. Now let us make hast, least Alexander finde us here!
Exeunt [all except Diogenes.]
Actus quintus. Scæna quarta.[964]
[Enter] Alexander, Hephestion, [and] Page.[965] [Diogenes is in his tub.]