Jac. Y'ded law? How will ye kiss me, pray you?
Hub. Thus, soft as my loves lips.
Jac. Oh!
Hub. What's your Father's name?
Jac. He's gone to Heaven.
Hub. Is it not Gerrard, Sweet?
Jac. I'll stay no longer;
My Mother's an old Woman, and my Brother
Was drown'd at Sea, with catching Cockles. O Love!
O how my heart melts in me: how thou fir'st me!
Hub. 'Tis certain she; pray let me see your hand, Sweet?
Jac. No, no, you'l bite it.
Hub. Sure I should know that Gymmal!