Sos. But what amends did I make thee, when I came?
Brom. You know well enough, to my sorrow, but that you play the hypocrite.
Sos. I warrant, I was monstrous kind to thee.
Brom. Yes, monstrous kind indeed: You never said a truer word; for, when I came to kiss you, you pulled away your mouth, and turned your cheek to me.
Sos. Good.
Brom. How, good! Here's fine impudence! He justifies!
Sos. Yes, I do justify, that I turned my cheek, like a prudent person, that my breath might not offend thee; for, now I remember, I had eaten garlick.
Brom. Ay, you remember, and forget, just as it makes for you, or against you; but, to mend the matter, you never spoke one civil word to me; but stood like a stock, without sense or motion.
Sos. Yet better. [Aside.
Brom. After which, I lovingly invited you to take your place in your nuptial bed, as the laws of matrimony oblige you; and you inhumanly refused me.