Cyril. (getting tipsy).I’m sure of that;
Or, if it is, it surely should not be!
Hilar. (to Cyril). Be quiet, idiot, or they’ll find us out!
Cyril. The Prince Hilarion’s a goodly lad!
Prin. You know him, then?
Cyril.I rather think I do!
We were inseparables.
Prin.Why, what’s this?
You loved him then? (horrified).
Cyril.We did—and do—all three!