Flav. Yes, a little matrimony.
Lent. I, Lady. Come Tully and Terentia;
One day shall shine on both our Nuptials;
Feare not, ile quench the fire of your Fathers heate
With my consent.
Flav. I prethee, appoint the time.
Lent. About a week hence, love.
Flav. Oh, tis too intolerable long.
Lent. Then foure daies.
Flav. Foure daies is foure times foure & twenty hours. That's too long too.
Lent. We cannot sooner be readie.
Flav. Yes, and unreadie[291] too in a day and a halfe.
Lent. Well then two daies.