Ja. Gentlewoman, I pray you let me feel your face; I am an
Infidel, if she do not weep: Stay, where's my handkerchief?
I'le wipe the old wet off, fresh tears come, pox on't
I am a handsom, gracious fellow amongst women, and
Knew't not Gentlewoman; how should I know these tears are
For me? is not your Mother dead?
Fran. By heaven they are for you.
Jac. 'Slight I'le have my head curl'd, and powder'd tomorrow
By break of day; if you love me, I pray you kiss me,
For if I love you, it shall be such love, as I will not be
Asham'd of, if this be a mock— [kisses.
It is the heartiest, and the sweetest mock
That e're I tasted, mock me so again— [kiss again.
Fred. Fy Jacomo? why do you let her kneel
So long?
Jac. It's true I had forgot it— [lifts her up.
And should have done this twelve-moneth; pray you rise.
Frederick, if I could all this while have been perswaded she could
Have lov'd me, dost thou think I had not rather kiss her
Than another should? and yet you may gull me for ought
I know, but if you do, hell take me if I do not cut
All your throats sleeping.
Fred. Oh do not think of such a thing.
Jac. Otherwise, if she be in earnest, the short is I am.
Fran. Alas, I am.
Jac. And I did not think it possible any woman
Could have lik'd this face, it's good for nothing, is't?
Clor. Yes it's worth forty shillings to pawn, being lin'd almost quite
Through with velvet.