Bub. They kiss exceeding well; I do not think but they have been brought up to't. I will begin to her, like a gentleman, in a set speech. Fair lady, shall I speak a word with you?
Joyce. With me, sir?
Bub. With you, lady;—this way,—a little more,—
So, now 'tis well; umh—
Even as a drummer,—or a pewterer——
Joyce. Which of the two, no matter,
For one beats on a drum, t'other a platter.
Bub. In good faith, sweet lady, you say true;
But pray, mark me farther: I will begin again.
Joyce. I pray, sir, do.
Bub. Even as a drummer, as I said before,
Or as a pewterer——
Joyce. Very good, sir.
Bub. Do—do—do.
Joyce. What do they do?