Gal.
Tell me some faults and I'll commit them now.
Pyg.
There is no hurry; they will come in time;
Though for that matter, it's a grievous sin
To sit as lovingly as we sit now.
Gal.
Is sin so pleasant? If to sit and talk
As we are sitting, be indeed a sin,
Why I could sin all day. But tell me, love,