_Free._ What, to affect that which thy friend affected? By Heaven, I resign her freely; the creature and I must grow off; by this time she has assure[d]ly heard of my resolved marriage, and no question swears "God's sacrament, ten towsand divells." I'll resign, i'faith. _Mal._ I would but embrace her, hear her speak, and at the most, but kiss her. _Free._ O friend, he that could live with the smoke of roast-meat might live at a cheap rate! 111 _Mal._ I shall ne'er prove heartily received; A kind of flat ungracious modesty, An insufficient dulness stains my 'haviour. _Free._ No matter, sir; insufficiency and sottishness are much commendable in a most discommendable action: now could I swallow thee, thou hadst wont to be so harsh and cold: I'll tell thee,--hell and the prodigies of angry Jove are not so fearful to a thinking mind as a man without affection. Why, friend, philosophy and nature are all one; love is the centre in which all lines close, the common bond of being. 122 _Mal._ O but a chaste reservèd privateness, A modest continence! _Free._ I'll tell thee what, take this as firmest sense:-- Incontinence will force a continence; Heat wasteth heat, light defaceth light, Nothing is spoiled but by his proper might. This is something too weighty for thy floor. _Mal._ But howsoe'er you shade it, the world's eye 130 Shines hot and open on't; Lying, malice, envy, are held but slidings, Errors of rage, when custom and the world Calls lust a crime spotted with blackest terrors. _Free._ Where errors are held crimes, crimes are but errors. Along, sir, to her; she's an arrant strumpet; and a strumpet is a sarpego, venom'd gonorrhy to man--things actually possessed [_Offers to go out, and suddenly draws back_]--yet since thou art in love,--and again, as good make use of a statue--a body without a soul, a carcass three months dead--yet since thou art in love---- _Mal._ Death, man! my destiny I cannot choose. 142 _Free._ Nay, I hope so. Again, they sell but only flesh, No jot affection; so that even in the enjoying, _Absentem marmoreamque putes_.[31] Yet since you needs must love---- _Mal._ Unavoidable, though folly--worse than madness! _Free._ It's true; but since you needs must love, you must know this,-- He that must love, a fool and he must kiss. _Enter_ COCLEDEMOY. Master Cocledemoy, _ut vales, Domine_! 150 _Coc._ _Ago tibi gratias_, my worshipful friend, how does your friend? _Free._ Out, you rascal!