Teren. But if thereto his daughter not accord, That graunt is cancel'd; fathers may commaund Life before love, for life to true love's paund.
Tul. How will Flaminius brooke my povertie?
Ter. Well, when Flaminius see's no remedie. Lord how woman-like are men when they are woe'd! Tully, weigh me not light, nere did immodest blush Colour these cheeckes, but ardent.
Tully. Silence, sweet Lady, heere comes Flavia.
Enter[253] Flavia.
Fla. Fie, Fie, how tedius ye are; yonders great looking for Tulley, the old senate has put on his spectacles, and Lentulus and he are turning the leaves of a dog-hay [?], leaves of a worm-eaten Chronicle, and they want Tullies judgment.
Tul. About what, sweet Lady?
Fla. To know what yeare it was the showers of raine fell in Aprill.
Tul. I can resolve it by rote, Lady, twas that yeare the Cuckoo sung in May: another token Lady; there raigned in Rome a great Tyrant that yeare, and many Maides lost their heads for using flesh on Fish-daies.
Fla. And some were sacrificed as a burnt offering to the Gods of Hospitallitie, were they not?