Ld. H. Why, Tom, thou dost not give me leave to see it. You snatch it to your mouth so, you'll stifle the poor lady.
Cam. Look you, my lord, all along the lines here went the pen; and through them white intervals her snowy fingers. Do you see, this is her name?
Ld. H. Nay, there's Lady Sharlot's name, too, in the midst of the letter. Why, you'll not be so unconscionable; you're so greedy, you'll give me one kiss sure?
Cam. Well, you shall; but you're so eager. Don't bite me, for you shan't have it in your own hands. There, there, there: Let go my hand.
Ld. H. What an exquisite pleasure there is in this foolery—but what shall we do?
Cam. I have a thought; pry'thee, my lord, call Trim.
Ld. H. Ha, Trim——
Cam. Hold, Mr. Trim. You forget his mistress is there.
Ld. H. Gra'mercy! Dear Will Trim, step in hither.