Bawdb. Fie, you take the Hangmans place.
Ordel. Nay, good my Lord
Let me attone this difference, do not suffer
Our bridal night to be the Centaurs Feast.
[You are] a Knight, and bound by oath to grant
All just suits unto Ladies; for my sake
Forget your suppos'd wrong.
Prot. Well let him thank you,
For your sake he shall live, perhaps a day,
And may be, on submission longer.
Theod. Nay Martel[l] you must be patient.
Mart. I am yours,
And this slave shall be once more mine.
Thier. Sit all;
One health, and so to bed, for I too long
Deferr my choicest delicates.
Brun. Which if poison
Have any power, thou shalt like Tantalus
Behold and never taste, be careful.
Lecu. Fear not.
Brun. Though it be rare in our Sex, yet for once
I will begin a health.
Thier. Let it come freely.