Lady F. My servant’s song, first.
Prudence. I say the kiss, first; and I so enjoined it.
At your own peril, do, make the contempt.
Lady F. Well, sir, you must be paid, and legally.
[Kisses Lovel.
Prudence. Nay, nothing, sir, beyond.
Lovel. One more—I except.
This was but half a kiss, and I would change it.
Prudence. The court’s dissolved, removed, and the play ended.
No sound or air of love more; I decree it.