Draco: That naked strumpet wears our father's ring.
Chrysagon: Then honor it, and her.
Chrysagon: From under his right hand, I took that sword. I've lived twenty years with that cold wife.
Draco: This place has the dimensions of heresy.
Priest: Well, now, fertility. Some say it's pagan. But who's not pagan in some matters?
Draco: True, true! I love the speech of scholars.
Priest: These young folks here think of nothing but frolic. "Desist!" I tell them, but they will go a-wantoning. So, lest the Devil take them, I preach them a text from holy writ. "Increase and multiply," I say. "Replenish the earth." And oh! how they obey me.
Draco: Did I say it was a turning world?
