Cor. Um——he has almost taken away my breath: He kisses purely.
[Aside.
Dick. Hark——somebody comes.
[Brass peeping in.
Brass. Gar there, the enemy——no, hold y'are safe, 'tis Flippanta.
Enter Flippanta.
Flip. Come, have you agreed the matter? If not, you must end it another time, for your father's in motion, so pray kiss and part.
Cor. That's sweet and sour. [They kiss.] Adieu t'ye, Sir.
[Exit Dick and Cor.