On the sea-coast. Three young men, SYLVAN, VALENTINE, and FRANCIS.
Valentine.
Well, I suppose you're out of your fear at last,
Sylvan. This land's empty enough; naught here
Feminine but the hens, bitches, and cows.
Now we are safe!
Francis.
Horribly safe; for here,
If there are wives at all, they are salted so
They have n