Fred. [To Love.] What reason have you to feel it? the circumstances of the feast nothing agree.
Love. [To Fred.] In time and place they do; the rest is nothing. [Exeunt Fred. and Love.
Lat.[51] May I speak now, sir, without offence?
Y. Book. 'Tis in your choice now to speak or not, but before company you'll spoil all.
Lat. Do you walk abroad and talk in your sleep? or do you use to tell your dreams for current truth?
Y. Book. Dull brain!
Lat. Why, you beat out mine with your battles, your fireworks, your music, and your feasts. You've found an excellent way to go to the wars, and yet keep out of danger. Then you feast your mistresses at the cheapest rate that ever I knew! Why d'ye make 'em believe you ha' been here these six weeks?
Y. Book. My passion has the more growth, and I the better ground to make love.
Lat. You'd make one believe fine things, that would but hearken to you; but this lady might soon have found you out.