Free. Nay, I am sure it is one of the middle sins.
Mal. Pity ’tis grown a most daily vice.
Free. But a more nightly vice, I assure you.
Mal. Well, ’tis a sin.
Free. Ay, or else few men would wish to go to heaven: and, not to disguise with my friend, I am now going the way of all flesh.
Mal. Not to a courtezan?
Free. A courteous one. 90
Mal. What, to a sinner?
Free. A very publican.
Mal. Dear, my loved friend, let me be full with you:
Know, sir, the strongest argument that speaks