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Scene III.
Phylax (alone).Phy.
Hephestion is daily more hard of access. I
know not how I shall approach him near enough to
wind him in my toils. Ho! sirrah! [to his Page]
know
you any among them that attend on Hephestion?
Page.
Sir, there is among them a youth, Peitho
by name, one with as many humours as a monkey.
Many a time hath he kept the suitors of Hephestion
waiting three hours in the ante-room while we played
at games.
Phy.
Play with him to-morrow, and lose. Give
him these gold pieces. Tell him that thy master hath
heard much of his trustiness, and holds him in
esteem. Bid him come here at his leisure, and play
games with thee.
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