We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.

You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.

A knot you are of damned bloodsuckers.

Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling.

Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.

So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all.

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.