You’ve got a kiss I hope—
Coq. (Coquettishly.) It’s always kissing.
Just like a man! He always misses kisses.
G. King. It’s very hard a man can’t kiss his misses.
I’ll have your little head chopped off, Miss! Pray
Don’t make me angry! One! two! three! Away!
Coq. Well, if you must, you must then; Take it, There!
(She turns back of head to him as he is about to kiss her.)
What did it taste of eh Sir?
G. King. Hay? No! Hare!