Cam. But yet they are ever at hand, and easy to come by; and if you'll believe an experienced sinner, easiness in love is more than half the pleasure of it.
Fred. This way of chatting pleases me; for debauchery, I hate it; and to love is not in my nature, except it be my friends. Pray, what do you call that nunnery?
Cam. 'Tis a house of Benedictines, called the Torre di Specchi, where only ladies of the best quality are professed.
[Lucretia and Hippolita appear at the grate.
Aur. Look you yonder, sir, are two of the pretty magpies in white and black. If you will lull yourself into a Platonic dream, you may; but consider your sport will be dull when you play without stakes.
Fred. No matter, I'll fool away an hour of courtship; for I never was engaged in a serious love, nor I believe can be. Farewell, gentlemen; at this time I shall dispense with your attendance;—nay, without ceremony, because I would be incognito.
Cam. Come then, Aurelian, to our own affairs. [Exeunt Aurelian and Camillo.
The Prince and Ascanio approach.
Fred. [To Lucretia.] For what crime, fair creature, were you condemned to this perpetual prison?
Luc. For chastity and devotion, and two or three such melancholy virtues: They first brought me hither, and must now keep me company.
Fred. I should rather have guessed it had been murder, and that you are veiled for fear of doing more mischief with those eyes; for, indeed, they are too sharp to be trusted out of the scabbard.