Enter Footman.
Foot. Madam, your knight doth call most fiercely for you. [Exit.
Aur. [to Dorc.] Prythee, go tell him some business keeps me yet,
And bid him stay himself with this kiss.
SCENE VII.
As they kiss, enter Bright, Newcut.
Bright. By your leave, madam! What, for practice' sake,
Kissing your woman? Lord, how a lady's lips
Hate idleness, and will be busied when
The rest lies fallow! and rather than want action,
Be kind within themselves, an't be t' enjoy
But the poor pleasure of contemplation.
New. And how do you find her, madam?
Aur. Stay, wench.
New. Lord!
Does it not grieve you now, and make you sigh,
And very passionately accuse nature,
And say she was too hard to make your woman
Able to kiss you only, and do no more?