Lel. Fye, Servant,
What do you mean? unhand me, or, by Heav'n,
I shall be very angry, this is rudeness.
Jul. 'Twas but a kiss or two, that thus offends you.
Lel. 'Twas more I think, than you have warrant for.
Jul. I am sorry I deserv'd no more.
Lel. You may,
But not this rough way, Servant; we are tender,
And ought in all to be respected so;
If I had been your Horse, or Whore, you might
Back me with this intemperance; I thought
You had lov'd as worthy men, whose fair affections
Seek pleasures warranted, not pull'd by violence,
Do so no more.
Jul. I hope you are not angry?
Lel. I should be with another man, I am sure,
That durst appear but half thus violent.
Jul. I did not mean to ravish ye.
Lel. You could not.
Jul. You are so willing—