_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.
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