How monstrously she lou’d you? Come, fall to.
Mis. Before my Mistresse come?
Swa. I’faith Sir, I;
This is but onely a prouocatiue,
To make you strong and lustie for the incounter.
Mis. And here’s Wine too;
Nothing but Bloud and Spirit.
Fall to, Swash.
Swa. A sweetthing is loue,
That fills both heart and mind: