Jane. Yes; but not such ugly men as you are. Why would you come in to frighten me, when you know there's nobody here but ourselves.
Eph. I am glad of that. I am the elm and thou the honey suckle; let thy arms entwine me.
Jane. Oh, what a rogue is here! but yonder comes my lady, and I'll show him off to her in his true colours. [Aside.
Eph. Clasp me around.
Jane. Well, I will, if you'll take off your hat, and make me a fine low bow.
Eph. I cannot bend my knee, nor take off my beaver.
Jane. Then you're very impudent—go along.
Eph. But to win thy favour.
[Takes off his hat, and bows.
Jane. Now kneel down to me.