Sim. Dang it! Will you stand here grinning at the wild bucks.
Jane. Perhaps the gentleman might wish to send her ladyship a compliment. An't please you, sir, if it's even a kiss between us two, it shall go safe; for, though you should give it me, brother Sim then can take it to my lady.
Rover. "I kiss'd thee e'er I kill'd thee."
Jane. Kill me!
Rover. "No way but this, killing myself to die upon a kiss!" [Advancing.]
Sim. Go! [To Jane—puts her out.]
Rover. "Ay; to a nunnery go to." I'm cursedly out of spirits; but hang sorrow, I may as well divert myself.—"'Tis meat and drink for me to see a clown."—"Shepherd, was't ever at Court?"
Sim. Not I.
Rover. "Then thou art damn'd."
Sim. Eh!