_Flav_. Faith the Fates may doe as they may, but _Terentia_ will never finde in her heart to kill him, sheele first burie him quick. _Len_. The like is doomde to faire _Terentia_. How say you both, are yee content? _Teren_. My thoughts are plung'd in admiration. _Tul_. But can your honour burie such a wrong? _Len_. I can, I can; heere, _Tulley_, take _Terentia_, Live many happie yeares in faithfull love. This is no more then friendships lawes allow; Thinke me thy self, another _Cicero_. _Flav_. Twere better, my Lord, you did perswade her to think you another _Cicero_, so you might claim some interest in her now and then. _Lent_. That I would claim with you, faire Ladie; Hark in your eare, nay, I must conclude with you. _Flau_. Y'oule not bite, my Lord? _Len_. No, of my faith, my Lady. _Tere_. Thus far, my love, our hopes have good successe; One storme more past, my griefes were much the less. _Tul_. Friendship itself hath beene more prodigal Then a bolde face could begge upon a friend. _Lent_. Why, then theres a bargaine. _Flav_. Strike hands upon the same, I am yours to commaund. Ile love with ye, ile lie with ye, ile love with all my heart, With all my strength, with all my power and virtue: Seald and delivered in the presence of us-- _Lent_. _Marcus Tullius Cicero_. Then you deliver this as your act and deede? _Flav_. I doe, and scale it with this-- _Lent_. Why, well said, tis done; see, we begin but now, And are as ready to goe to Church as you. What needes further ceremony? _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. _Flav_. Til then weele feede on conceite; _Tully_, thanke me, but for your companie I would not tarry so long; come, _Tully_, since we shall bee married all at one time, weele goe to bed so, and he shall be maister of the Cock-pit that bids his Gossips[292] first. [_Exeunt_. [ACT THE FOURTH. _Scene_ 1.] _Enter Accutus and Graccus_. _Acut_. Nay quicke, _Graccus_, least our houre forestall us, ile in and deale for your disguise; tarry thou & give mine host a share of our intent; marry, charge him to keep it as secret as his Garbage. He undoes our drift [else] and cloathes the foole in sackcloath during his life. _Gra_. Ile warrant thee ile manage it with as good judgement as a Constable his charge. _Acut_. And I mine as a watchman his office. _Gra_. Better, I hope; well about it. [_Exit [Acutus]_.