Fra. By this kiss I hate him.
Mal. I love to feel such oaths; swear again.
Fra. No, no. Did you ever hear of any that loved at the first sight?
Mal. A thing most proper.
Fra. Now fait, I judge it all incredible until this hour I saw you: pretty fair-eyed yout, would you enjoy me? 162
Mal. Rather than my breath, even as my being.
Fra. Vel! had ick not made a vow——
Mal. What vow?
Fra. O let me forget it; it makes us both despair!
Mal. Dear soul, what vow?