JEN. Are you there, Friar? nay then, i'faith, we have it.
TUCK. What, wench? my love?
JEN. Ay, gi't me when I crave it.
TUCK. Unask'd I offer; prythee, sweet girl, take it.
JEN. Gifts stink with proffer: foh! Friar, I forsake it.
TUCK. I will be kind.
JEN. Will not your kindness kill her?
TUCK. With love?
JEN. You cog.
TUCK. Tut, girl, I am no miller:
Hear in your ear.