ng another note
when you are at home.

_Ben._ Such another word, and I'll sing again.

_Aur._ Set the ladder, and mount first, you rogue.

_Ben._ Mount first yourself, and fear not my delaying.
If I am caught, they'll spare me for my playing.
[_Sings as he goes off._
_Vouz entendrez parler d'amour._ [_Exeunt._

ACT III.

SCENE I.--_The Front of the Nunnery._

ASCANIO, _and_ HIPPOLITA, _at the Grate._

_Hip._ I see you have kept touch, brother.

_Asca._ As a man of honour ought, sister, when he is challenged. And
now, according to the laws of duel, the next thing is to strip, and,
instead of seconds, to search one another.

_Hip._ We will strip our hands, if you please, brother; for they are
the only weapons we must use.

_Asca._ That were to invite me to my loss, sister; I could have made a
full meal in the world, and you would have me take up with hungry
commons in the cloyster. Pray mend my fare, or I am gone.

_Hip._ O, brother, a hand in a cloyster is fare like flesh in Spain;
'tis delicate, because 'tis scarce. You may be satisfied with a hand,
as well as I am pleased with the courtship of a boy.

_Asca._ You may begin with me, sister, as Milo did; by carrying a calf
first, you may learn to carry an ox hereafter. In the mean time
produce your hand, I understand nun's flesh better than you imagine:
Give it me, you shall see how I will worry it. [_She gives her hand._]
Now could not we thrust out our lips, and contrive a kiss too?

_Hip._ Yes, we may; but I have had the experience of it: It will be
but half flesh, half iron.

_Asca._ Let's try, however.

_Hip._ Hold, Lucretia's here.

_Asca._ Nay, If you come with odds upon me, 'tis time to call seconds.
[ASCANIO _hems._

_The Prince and_ LUCRETIA _appear._

_Luc._ Sir, though your song was pleasant, yet there was one thing
amiss in it,--that was, your rallying of religion.

_Fred._ Do you speak well of my friend Love, and I'll try to speak
well of your friend Devotion.

_Luc._ I can never speak well of love: 'Twas to avoid it that I
entered here.

_Fred._ Then, madam, you have met your man; for, to confess the truth
to you, I have but counterfeited love, to try you; for I never yet
could love any woman: and, since I have seen you, and do not, I am
certain now I shall 'scape for ever.

_Luc._ You are the be