Mis. I haue made bold to taste your Wine and Cates.
And when you please, we’le try the operation.
Atl. How?
Mis. You know my mind.
Atlan. You men are all so fickle, that poore we
Doe not know whom to trust.
But doe you loue me truely?
Mis. By this kisse.
Atl. No, saue that labour, Sir: I’le take your word.
Yet, how should I beleeue you, when so late