La P. You will undo me, master steward.
Sil. Pish! who? I undo thee? my life! thou dost wrong
Me: canst find in thy heart to think so? away, away.
La P. But is this profession honourable, sir?
Sil. I scorn to deal upon dishonourable terms. Do I
Kiss like a man that would propound dishonourable
Conditions?
La P. Men are so nice and cunning!
Sil. Do'st think me a Jew; swear me to anything.
La P. Well, you have taken a poor heart at
advantage; and make me blush to confess it.
Sil. Kiss me; here's my hand, till death us do part:
Thine more than mine own, Signior Bouche
Ouverte Sillimano: seal'd and deliver'd; but
I hope, lady, there is no quit rent to be paid out of this copyhold.
La P. Not for your life, sir.
Sil. Lawful possession then, and thou'rt mine own. [Exeunt.