Rasor. Nay, pr'ythee, my Swan.
Madam. Come, kiss me den.
[Clapping her Hands behind her as he did before.
Rasor. I won't kiss you, not I.
Madam. Adieu.
[Going.
Rasor. Hold——Now proceed.
[Gives her a hearty Kiss.
Madam. A ça——I hide myself in one cunning Place, where I hear all, and see all. First, dy drunken Master come mal a propos; but de Sot no know his own dear Wife, so he leave her to her Sport—Den de Game begin. De Lover say soft ting: De Lady look upon de Ground. [As she speaks, Rasor still acts the Man, and she the Woman.] He take her by de Hand: She turn her Head on oder Way. Den he squeeze very hard: Den she pull——very softly. Den he take her in his Arm: Den she give him leetel pat. Den he kiss her Tettons. Den she say—Pish, nay see. Den he tremble: Den she—sigh. Den he pull her into de Arbour: Den she pinch him.