Dor. Pray, madam, do not
Abuse me; I will tell you more anon.
Plot. Tell him she's coming.
Aur. Sir, please you, partake
Of a slight banquet? [Exit Dorcas.
Plot. Just as you are sat,
I'll steal the priest in.
Tim. Do.
Plot. When you are join'd,
Be sure you do not oversee, but straight
Retire to bed: she'll follow.
'Tis not three o'clock i' th' afternoon.
Tim. 'Tis but drawing
Your curtains, and you do create your night.
All times to lovers and new-married folks
May be made dark.
Tim. I will, then. By this room,
She's a rare lady! I do almost wish
I could change sex, and that she might beget
Children on me.
Plot. Nay, will you enter?
Tim. Lady,
Pray, will you show the way?