And. He must pass this way to th' only Bed I have; he comes, stand close.
Bri. Well done, well done, give me my night-cap. So. Quick, quick, untruss me; I will truss and trounce thee. Come, Wench, a kiss between each point; kiss close, it is a sweet Parenthesis.
Lil. Y'are merry, Sir.
Bri. Merry I will be anon, and thou shalt feel it, thou shalt, my Lilly.
Lil. Shall I air your Bed, Sir?
Bri. No, no; I'll use no Warming-pan but thine, Girl, that's all. Come kiss me again.
Lil. Ha'ye done yet?
Bri. No; but I will do, and do wonders, Lilly. Shew me the way.
Lil. You cannot miss it, Sir; you shall have a Cawdle in the morning for your Worship's breakfast.
Bri. How, i'th' morning, Lilly? th'art such a witty thing to draw me on. Leave fooling, Lilly, I am hungry now, and th'hast another Kickshaw, I must taste it.