Qua. Delicious, sweet! good, very good!

Lam. If thou canst taste the purer juice of love.    160

Qua. If thou canst taste the purer juice; good still, good still. I do relish it; it tastes sweet.

Lam. Is not the metaphor good? Is’t not well followed?

Qua. Passing good, very pleasing.

Lam. Is’t not sweet?

Qua. Let me see’t; I’ll make it sweet;
I’ll soak it in the juice of Helicon.
By’r Lady, passing sweet; good, passing sweet.

Lam. You wrong my muse.

Qua. The Irish flux upon thy muse, thy whorish muse.
Here is no place for her loose brothelry.    170
We will not deal with her. Go! away, away!

Lam. I’ll be revenged.