Gent. It points indeed at both of you.
Bap. I wait it.
Alber. In Mariana, to your rest.
Bap. Nay leave us, we must be private.
Maria. Stay not long Cesario:
[—Exeunt Manet Cesario, Mentivole.
Mentivo. So these old men vanish'd, 'tis allow'd
That we may speak, and howsoe'r they take
Delight in the discourse of former dangers,
It cannot hinder us to treat a little
Of present pleasures.
Cesario. Which if well injoy'd,
Will not alone continue, but increase
In us their friendship.
Ment. How shall we spend the night?
To snore it out like drunken Dutchmen, would
Sort ill with us Italians. We are made
Of other metall, fiery, quick, and active;
Shall we take our fortune? and while our cold fathers
(In whom long since their youthful heats were dead,)
Talk much of Mars, serve under Venus Ensigns,
And seek a Mistriss.