Bright. O sir,
She'll call this wit, to wed his bags and lie
With some Platonic servant.
New. What if we,
Before we go to Plotwell, went to her,
And strived to dissuade her?
Bright. Let's make haste,
They'll be before us, else. [Exeunt.
SCENE VI.
Enter Timothy unbuttoning himself; Aurelia, Plotwell, Dorcas, Footman.
Tim. By this hand, lady, you shall not deny me:
Since we are coupled, I shall think the priest
Has not done all, as long as I'm a virgin.
Aur. Will you not stay till night, sir?
Tim. Night! No, faith;
I've sworn to get my first child by day: you may
Be quick by night.
Plot. Madam, your knight speaks reason.
Tim. I will both speak and do it.