If you're in doubt I'll be your counsellor. [45]

_Zopyr._ (_with great importance._)
Secret, Asphalion! How came you to know?
If my great master (which I do not say)
Should think me a fit friend in whom to pour
The weighty secrets of his royal heart,
Shall I betray his trust? It is not so;--
I am a poor despised slave.--No more!
Join we the festal band which will conduct
Silenus to his woods again?

_Asph._ My friend,
Wherefore mistrust a faithful heart? Confide
The whole to me;--I will be still as death.

_Zopyr._ As death! you know not what you say; farewell[!]
A little will I commune with my soul,
And then I'll join you at the palace-gate.

_Asph._ Will you then tell me?--

_Zopyr._ Cease to vex, my friend,
Your soul and mine with false suspicion, (_aside_) Oh!
I am choked! I'd give full ten years of my life
To tell, to laugh--& yet I dare not speak.

_Asph._ Zopyrion, remember that you hurt [46]
The trusting bosom of a faithful friend
By your unjust concealment. (_Exit._)