Jolly. No, you cannot forgive, because you have injur'd me: 'tis right woman's justice, accuse first; and harder to reconcile when they are guilty than when they are innocent; or else you would not turn from me thus.
Love. You know your youth hath a strong power over me: turn those bewitching eyes away; I cannot see them with safety of mine honour.
Jolly. Come, you shall not hide your face: there's a charm in it against those that come burnt with unchaste fires; for let but your eyes or nose drop upon his heart, it would burn it up, or quench it straight.
Love. No cogging, you have injured me; and now, though my love plead, I must be deaf; my honour bids me; for you will not fear again to prove unworthy, when you find I am so easy to forgive. Why, you will not be uncivil?
[Jolly kisses her, and she shoves him away with her mouth.
Jolly. So, the storm is laid! I must have those pearls. She shoved me away with her mouth! I'll to her again.
[Aside.]
Love. Where are you? what do you take me for? why, you will not be uncivil?
[Still as he offers to touch her, she starts as if he plucked up her coats.