Rous. Come, you are so witty now and so sensible. [Kisses her.
Cast. Tush, I would I wanted one o' my senses now!
Rous. Bitter again? What's that? Smelling?
Cast. No, no, no. Why now y'are satisfied, I hope. I have given you a favour.
Rous. What favour? A kiss? I prithee give me another.
Cast. Show me that I gave it you then.
Rous. How should I show it?
Cast. You are unworthy of a favour if you will not bestow the keeping of it one minute.
Rous. Well, in plain terms, dost love me? That's the purpose of my coming.
Cast. Love you? Yes, very well.