[Kisses.
My gaping pores will ne'er be satisfied.
Again!—they still are hungry.
Evad. My dear friend, let not thy lovely person
March with the scolding peace-affrighting drum:
War is too cruel: come, I'll chain
You here—here in my arms; and stifle you
With kisses; you sha' not go—by this, you sha' not go.
Gio. By this, I must.
[He kisses her.
Evad. I'll smother that harsh breath.
[She kisses him.
Gio. Again I countercheck it.
[Kiss.