Cou. I cannot helpe it, and I hope you thinke so.
Sis. I am confirm'd that now I am forsaken, But if your passion have not drownd all reason I pray let us part civilly.
Cou. With all my heart; I dare then take my leave, to[o].
Sis. Whoe's there?
Cou. Where?
Sis. Behind that tree?
Cou. You have no plott to accuse me for a rape? Twas at the worst but felony, for cherries That look'd as they had been a fortnight gather'd.
Sis. I know youle bring me home in Curtesie.
Cou. Not I, I wo' not trust my selfe; and you Will hardly meet a worse to interrupt you. Fare you well, Ladie.—Do you see that Bull?
Sis. Yes, Sir.