Lyc.There’s time for all;
A time for wooing and a time for warring:
And such a feast of joy as offers now
Ye shall not often see. Scyros shall show you
What memory may delight in ’twixt the frays
Of bloody battle.
Dio.I am not made for feasts.
I join the cry to arms. But make your bridal
To-night, and I’ll abide it.
Lyc.I’ll have’t to-night.