Rom. That I might print a kiss upon that cheek!
Mer. Hold on a moment ere you further speak:
You’re getting cheeky with your warm address.
If you must print, go try the printing-press.
Jul. Ah, me! ah, me! ah, me! oh, my!
Rom. She speaks.
Mer. She’s got a meteor in her eye.
Rom. Oh, speak again, bright angel!
Mer. So I will:
You’ll catch the rheumatism by standing still.