Mir. No, no, sir, I use no wax
To my lips.
Phil. Nay, by my troth, I care not
A pin to kiss thee.
Mir. No? look upon me well,
And see if you can say so again.
Phil. Hum—yes,
Faith, I will give two-pence to kiss thee
Now.
Mir. Well, sir, when I do kiss you, I'll 'bate you
A penny of that.
Phil. Now you and I will sing this song. [He sings.
My love and I a bargain made,
It is well worth a telling:
When one was weary, we agreed
To part, should both be willing.
Mir. Nay, here I'm for you too. [She sings.
And thus our loves will longer last,
Than fools that still are pining:
We'll spend our time in joy and mirth,
Whilst doaters do in whining.
Phil. Faith, you and I sing very well; we are
Alike in that too: I see either nature
Or the devil, somebody or something, made
Thee and me for one another. Well,
But let us
Remember our conditions: imprimis, I
Will love you.