Hamish.
It's Morris this time, is it?
And what has he done?
Jean.
He's insulted me.
And you must never let me see him again.
Hamish.
Sure I don't want him seeing you. But still,
If I'm to keep you safe from meeting him—
Jean. To look in his eyes would mortify my heart!
Hamish. Then you'ld do right to pay me.
Jean.
What you please.
Hamish. A kiss?
Jean.
Of course; as many as you like—
And of any sort you like.