Asca. As my master's, I accept it. The time?
Hip. Six this evening.
Asca. The place?
Hip. At this grate.
Asca. The weapons?
Hip. Hands, and it may be lips.
Asca. 'Tis enough: Expect to hear from me. [They withdraw, and whisper to their Principals. After the whisper.
Fred. [To Lucretia.] Madam, I am glad I know my enemy; for since it is impossible to see, and not admire you, the name of Lucretia is the best excuse for my defeat.
Luc. Persons, like prince Frederick, ought not to assault religious houses, or to pursue chastity and virtue to their last retreat.
Fred. A monastery is no retreat for chastity; 'tis only a hiding place for bad faces, where they are thrust in crowds together, like heaps of rubbish out of the way, that the world may not be peopled with deformed persons: And that such, who are out of play themselves, may pray for a blessing on their endeavours, who are getting handsome children, and carrying on the work for public benefit.