Arn. Hold fast good honesty, I am a lost man else.
Hip. Now you may kiss me, 'Tis the first kiss, I ever askt, I swear to ye.
Arn. That I dare do sweet Lady.
Hip. You do it well too; You are a Master Sir, that makes you coy.
Arn. Would you would send your people off.
Hip. Well thought on. Wait all without. [Exit Zab. and Servants.
Zab. I hope she is pleas'd throughly.
Hip. Why stand ye still? here's no man to detect ye,
My people are gone off: come, come, leave conjuring,
The Spirit you would raise, is here already,
Look boldly on me.
Arn. What would you have me do?
Hip. O most unmanly question! have you do? Is't possible your years should want a Tutor? I'le teach ye: come, embrace me.