Tib. Talk. What shold that neede?
R. Royster. But to honor you by this light.
I vse to kisse all them that I loue to God I vowe.
Tib. Talk. Yea sir? I pray you when dyd ye last kisse your cowe.
R. Royster. Ye might be proude to kisse me, if ye were wise.
Tib. Talk. What promotion were therein?
R. Royster. Nourse is not so nice.
Tib. Talk. Well I haue not bene taught to kissing and licking.
R. Royster. Yet I thanke you mistresse Nourse, ye made no sticking.
M. Mumbl. I will not sticke for a kosse with such a man as you.