Alv. There's only one course left, that may redeem thee,
Which is, to strike the next man that you meet,
And if we chance to light upon a woman,
Take her away, and use her like a man,
Or I will cut thy hamstrings.
Pach. This makes for us.
Alv. What do'st thou do now?
Luc. Sir, I am saying my prayers;
For being to undertake what you would have me,
I know I cannot live.
Enter Lamorall, Genevora, Anastro, and Pages with Lights.
Lam. Madam, I fear
You'll wish you had us'd your coach: your brothers house
Is yet far off.
Gen. The better sir: this walk
Will help digestion after your great supper,
Of which I have fed largely.
Alv. To your task,
Or else you know what follows:
Luc. I am dying:
Now Lord have mercy on me: by your favor,
Sir I must strike you.
Lam. For what cause?