Alph. She came a spotless virgin to your bed.
Gom. And she's a spotless virgin still for me—she's 478 never the worse for my wearing, I'll take my oath on't. I have lived with her with all the innocence of a man of threescore, like a peaceable bed-fellow as I am.
Elv. Indeed, sir, I have no reason to complain of him for disturbing of my sleep.
Dom. A fine commendation you have given yourself; the church did not marry you for that.
Ped. Come, come, your grievances, your grievances.
Dom. Why, noble sir, I'll tell you.
Gom. Peace, friar! and let me speak first. I am the plaintiff. Sure you think you are in the pulpit, where you preach by hours.
Dom. And you edify by minutes.
Gom. Where you make doctrines for the people, and uses and applications for yourselves.
Ped. Gomez, give way to the old gentleman in black.