Luc. Cease, I beseech you, to accuse my eyes, till they have done some execution on your heart.
Fred. But I am out of reach, perhaps.
Luc. Trust not to that; they may shoot at a distance, though they cannot strike you near at hand.
Fred. But if they should kill, you are ne'er the better: There's a grate betwixt us, and you cannot fetch in the dead quarry.
Luc. Provided we destroy the enemy, we do not value their dead bodies: But you, perhaps, are in your first error, and think we are rather captives than warriors; that we come like prisoners to the grate, to beg the charity of passengers for their love.
Fred. [To Ascanio.] Enquire, as dextrously as you can, what is the name and quality of this charming creature.
Luc. [To Hippolita.] Be sure, if the page approaches you, to get out of him his master's name.
[The Prince and Lucretia seem to talk.
Hip. [To Ascanio.] By that short whisper, which I observed you took with your master, I imagine, Mr Page, you come to ask a certain question of me.
Asca. By this thy question, and by that whisper with thy lady, (O thou nymph of devotion!) I find I am to impart a secret, and not to ask one: Therefore, either confess thou art yet a mere woman under that veil, and, by consequence, most horribly inquisitive, or thou shalt lose thy longing, and know nothing of my master.
Hip. By my virginity, you shall tell first.