R. Roister. Yes, be not afeard; I do not disdain you a whit.
Tib. Talk. Why should I fear you? I have not so little wit;
Ye are but a man, I know very well.
R. Roister. Why, then?
Tib. Talk. Forsooth, for I will not: I use not to kiss men.
R. Roister. I would fain kiss you too, good maiden, if I might.
Tib. Talk. What should that need?
R. Roister. But to honour you, by this light.
I use to kiss all them that I love, to God I vow.
Tib. Talk. Yea, sir? I pray you, when did ye last kiss your cow?