HOD. Away, bawdy man! in truth, I'll tell your master.
COOMES. My master! go to, ne'er tell me of my master: he may pray for them that may, he is past it: and for mine own part, I can do somewhat that way, I thank God; I am not now to learn, and 'tis your part to have your whole desire.
HOD. Fie, fie, I am ashamed of you: would you tempt your mistress to lewdness?
COOMES. To lewdness! no, by my troth, there's no such matter in't, it is for kindness; and, by my troth, if you like my gentle offer, you shall have what courteously I can afford ye.
HOD. Shall I indeed, Dick? I'faith, if I thought nobody would see—
COOMES. Tush, fear not that; swoons, they must have cats' eyes, then.
HOD. Then, kiss me, Dick.
COOMES. A kind wench, i'faith! [Aside.]—Where are ye, mistress?
HOD. Here, Dick. O, I am in the dark! Dick, go about.[385]
COOMES. Nay, I'll throw[386] sure: where are ye?