Lop. Jacinta!
Jac. O dear Heart! Is't you?
Lop. Charming Jacinta, fear me not.
Jac. O ho! he begins to talk soft——then let us take upon us again.
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Lop. Cruel Jacinta, whose Mouth (small as it is) has made but one Morsel of my Heart.
Jac. It's well he prevents me. I was going to leap about the Rascal's Neck.
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Lop. Barbare Jacinta, cast your Eyes On your poor Lopez, ere he dies.
Jac. Poetry too! Nay then I have done his Business.