1. Daugh. Where nothing but true joy is.
Bond. That's a good wench, mine own sweet girl; put it close to thee.
2. Daugh. Oh comfort me still for heavens sake.
1. Daugh. Where eternal
Our youths are, and our beauties; where no Wars come,
Nor lustful slaves to ravish us.
2. Daugh. That steels me:
A long farewel to this world.
Bond. Good: I'll help thee.
1 Daugh. The next is mine.
Shew me a Roman Lady in all [y]our stories,
Dare do this for her honor: they are cowards,
Eat coals like compell'd Cats: your great Saint Lucrece
Dy'd not for honor; Tarquin topt her well,
And mad she could not hold him, bled.
Petil. By ——
[I] am in love: I would give an hundred pound now
But to lie with this womans behaviour. Oh the devil.
1 Daugh. Ye shall see me example, All your Rome,
If I were proud and lov'd ambition;
If I were lustful, all your ways of pleasure;
If I were greedy, all the wealth ye conquer—
Bond. Make haste.