Flip. But I can tell you one thing——she has an inclination to you.
Mon. Is it possible!
Flip. Yes, and I told her so at last.
Mon. Well, and what did she answer thee?
Flip. Slap——and bid me bring it you for a token.
[Giving him a slap on the face.
Mon. And you have lost none on't by the way, with a pox t'ye.
[Aside.
Flip. Now this, I think, looks the best in the world.
Mon. Yea, but really it feels a little oddly.