Chapter 12 No.12

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