Enter Lucinda.
Luc. Who was that you were hurrying away?
Phil. One that I had no mind to part with.
Luc. Why did you turn him away then?
Phil. For your ladyship's service—to carry your ladyship's letter to his master. I could hardly get the rogue away.
Luc. Why, has he so little love for his master?
Phil. No; but he hath so much love for his mistress.
Luc. But I thought I heard him kiss you. Why did you suffer that?
Phil. Why, madam, we vulgar take it to be a sign of love—We servants, we poor people, that have nothing but our persons to bestow or treat for, are forced to deal and bargain by way of sample, and therefore as we have no parchments or wax necessary in our agreements, we squeeze with our hands and seal with our lips, to ratify vows and promises.