Sir Lio. You maze us all; let us not be lost in darkness!
Free. All shall be lighted; but this time and place
Forbids longer speech; only what you can think
Has been extremely ill, is only hers.
Sir Lio. To severest prison with her! With what heart canst live—
What eyes behold a face?
Fra. Ick vil not speak; torture, torture your fill,
For me am worse than hang’d; me ha’ lost my will.
[Exit Franceschina with the guard.
Sir Lio. To the extremest whip and jail.
Free. Frolic, how is it, sirs? 60
Mal. I am myself. How long was’t ere I could
Persuade my passion to grow calm to you!
Rich sense makes good bad language, and a friend
Should weigh no action, but the action’s end.
I am now worthy yours; when before
The beast of man, loose blood, distemper’d us:
He that lust rules cannot be virtuous.
Enter Mulligrub, Mistress Mulligrub, and Officers.
Off. On afore there! room for the prisoners!