Flesh? 'S light, 'tis flesh! A very woman, too.
A silent woman. Heavenly miracle!
With lips like twin strawberries 'neath one leaf.
The very manner of them begs a kiss.
I' faith, they shall not beg.
Gla. You would not kiss me!
Greg. You wrong me, duck. Why, I'm a man of mirth
A soldier, sweet. And would not kiss? Now, now!
You take me for a ghost—or starve-bone saint.
I am not padded—I fill out my coat