Swash. This is the place, Sir, she appoynted you.
Mis. Is this the Orchard then,
Where I must pluck the fruit from that faire tree?
Swash. I would it might proue Stone-fruit,
And so choke him.
Mis. Ha! what’s here? a banquet?
Swa. Banquet? Where?
Mis. Readie prepar’d? why, this is excellent!
What a kind creature ’tis?
Swa. Did not I say