Maid’s Tragedy.
Duke. Didst thou ne’er wish, Olympia,
It might be thus?
Olympia. A thousand times.
Duke. Here, take him!
Nay, do not blush; I do not jest; kiss sweetly.
Boy, you kiss faintly, boy. Heaven give ye comfort!
Teach him,—he’ll quickly learn. There’s two hearts eased now.
Loyal Subject.