You can’t be Caramella—she was plain;
And you are sweet:
(Aside.) I’m going to squeeze again.
(Embraces and kisses Cara.)
There! are you angry? Nay—you smile at this.
You seem to like it. Is it wrong to kiss?
But though ’gainst worldly fashion or its law,
I’ll brave the consequence, and kiss once more.
But where?—your lips? Your cheek is softer far.
Your hair?—Your eyes are softer than your hair.