Fred. You will mad him.
Jac. I am somewhat bold, but that's all one.
Clor. A short and pithy saying of a Souldier.
Fra. A I live
Thou art a strange mad wench.
Clor. To make a Parson.
Jac. Ladyes I mean to kiss ye.
Clora. How he wipes his mouth like a young Preacher;
We shall have it.
Jac. In order as you lye before me; first
I'le begin with you.
Fra. With me Sir?
Jac. Yes.