Lod. Sweet chick, I come to take leave of thee: finger in eye already? We are all to meet the duke this afternoon, bird, who is now come from Venice. Thou may'st walk and see the Count Lorenzo's lady.
Dor. Alas! she's too merry for my company.
Jas. Too merry! I have seen her sad,
But very seldom merry.
Dor. I mean, my lord,
That she can walk, tell tales, run in the garden.
Clown. Why, then your ladyship may hold your tongue, say nothing, and walk in the orchard.
Dor. She can drink a cup of wine not delayed[124] with water.
Clown. Why, then you may drink a cup of water without wine.
Dor. Nay, if a nobleman come to see her lord,
She will let him kiss her too against our custom.
Pan. Why, a modest woman may be kissed by accident, yet not give the least touch to her reputation.
Lod. Well said: touch her home.