There’s none to see us; and the moon is clouded.
We’ll walk by the yew hedge. Give me your hand.
F. ’Tis but one step.
L.I know. (Comes down.)
F.My kiss. (Kisses her.)
950
L.O Frederick,
You have broken your own rule, and kissed me thrice.
F. One kiss a day, with two days in arrear,
Makes three.