Hip. We will strip our hands, if you please, brother; for they are the only weapons we must use.
Asca. That were to invite me to my loss, sister; I could have made a full meal in the world, and you would have me take up with hungry commons in the cloyster. Pray mend my fare, or I am gone.
Hip. O, brother, a hand in a cloyster is fare like flesh in Spain; 'tis delicate, because 'tis scarce. You may be satisfied with a hand, as well as I am pleased with the courtship of a boy.
Asca. You may begin with me, sister, as Milo did; by carrying a calf first, you may learn to carry an ox hereafter. In the mean time produce your hand, I understand nun's flesh better than you imagine: Give it me, you shall see how I will worry it. [She gives her hand.] Now could not we thrust out our lips, and contrive a kiss too?
Hip. Yes, we may; but I have had the experience of it: It will be but half flesh, half iron.
Asca. Let's try, however.
Hip. Hold, Lucretia's here.
Asca. Nay, If you come with odds upon me, 'tis time to call seconds. [Ascanio hems.
The Prince and Lucretia appear.
Luc. Sir, though your song was pleasant, yet there was one thing amiss in it,—that was, your rallying of religion.