—Well, Sir, and what did you do there?
Lod. Do! why, what dost think? all that a Man inspir’d by Love cou’d do, I followed all the dictates of Nature, Youth, and Vigor.
Wit. Oh, hold, my Heart—or I shall kill the Traitor. Aside.
Sir Cred. Follow’d all the dictates of Nature, Youth and Vigor! prithee what’s that?
Lod. I kiss’d a thousand times her balmy Lips, and greedily took in the nimble Sighs she breath’d into my Soul.
Wit. Oh, I can scarce contain my self. Aside.
Sir Cred. Pshaw, is that all, Man?
Lod. I clasp’d her lovely Body in my Arms,
And laid my Bosom to her panting Breast.
Trembling she seem’d all Love and soft Desire,