Mod. The use of lips.
Helen. To speak.
Mod. Naught else?
Helen. How bold my modest cousin grows!
Why, other use know you?
Mod. I do!
Helen. Indeed!
You’re wondrous wise? And pray what is it?
Mod. This! [Attempts to kiss her.]
Helen. Soft! my hand thanks you, cousin—for my lips
I keep them for a husband!—Nay, stand off!
I’ll not be held in manacles again!
Why do you follow me?
Mod. I love you, cousin!
Helen. O cousin, say you so! That’s passing strange!
Falls out most crossly—is a dire mishap—
A thing to sigh for, weep for, languish for,
And die for!