And for a brothel thou’lt be selling
Thy patrimony, and thy lands,
Why marry, an I should, then, find nought more suiting, my charity shall bid me follow thee, and teach thee the ways o’ this slippery world.
Fla. O tarry not, for we must hence away.
What hour is it?
Pas. Near five o’th’ clock.
This brilliant mass o’fire, the golden sun,
Hath just saluted with a blushing kiss,
Yon partner of his bed, the vasty sea.
Fool. Yea, and your father wills that ye do soon salute your beds; for he hath ordered that supper be instantly brought into the hall.