Bac. What then? you make my smiling now
Break into laughter: what think you is to be done then?
Leu. We shou'd pray to Heaven for mercy.
Bacha. Pray? that were a way indeed
To pass the time: but I will make you blush,
To see a bashfull woman teach a man
What we should doe alone: try again
If you can find it out.
Leu. I dare not think I understand you.
Bac. I must teach you then; Come, kiss me.
Leu. Kiss you?
Bac. Yes, be not asham'd:
You did it not your self, I will forgive you.
Leuc. Keep you displeas'd gods, the due respect
I ought to bear unto this wicked woman,
As she is now my Mother, Haste within me,
Lest I add sins to sins, till no repentance will cure me.
Bac. Leave these melancholly moods,
That I may swear thee welcome on thy Lipps
A thousand times.
Leuc. Pray leave this wicked talk,
You doe not know to what my Fathers wrong
May urge me.