Tys. A torch! Sound wench, soft sleep, and sanguine dreams to you both. On, boy! 62
Free. Let me bid you good rest.
Mal. Not so, trust me, I must bring my friend home:
I dare not give you up to your own company; I fear the warmth of wine and youth will draw you to some common house of lascivious entertainment.
Free. Most necessary buildings, Malheureux; ever since my intention of marriage, I do pray for their continuance. 70
Mal. Loved sir, your reason?
Free. Marry, lest my house should be made one. I would have married men love the stews as Englishmen loved the Low Countries: wish war should be maintain’d there, lest it should come home to their own doors. What, [not] suffer a man to have a hole to put his head in, though he go to the pillory for it! Youth and appetite are above the club of Hercules.
Mal. This lust is a most deadly sin, sure.
Free. Nay, ’tis a most lively sin, sure. 80
Mal. Well, I am sure, ’tis one of the head sins.