And he loves us sincerely in return!
Hilar. (confused). Madam, she jests—
(aside to Cyril.) Remember where you are!
Cyril. Jests? Not at all—why, bless my heart alive,
You and Hilarion, when at the Court,
Rode the same horse!
Prin.Astride?
Cyril.Of course—why not?
Wore the same clothes—and once or twice, I think
Got tipsy in the same good company!