A stage box on that bus he might have ta’en.
But since to be his debtor I disdain,
I would not keep his kiss but gave it back!
Pol.—
Bestowed, in short, another kind of smack.
Oph.—
His was a blunder-bus, and so my sire,
A small salute I from my smack did fire.
Pol.—
What did he say?