LUCY. Come, tell me in plain terms, how forward he is with Araminta.
SETTER. Too forward to be turned back—though he’s a little in disgrace at present about a kiss which he forced. You and I can kiss, Lucy, without all that.
LUCY. Stand off—he’s a precious jewel.
SETTER. And therefore you’d have him to set in your lady’s locket.
LUCY. Where is he now?
SETTER. He’ll be in the Piazza presently.
LUCY. Remember to-day’s behaviour. Let me see you with a penitent face.
SETTER. What, no token of amity, Lucy? You and I don’t use to part with dry lips.
LUCY. No, no, avaunt—I’ll not be slabbered and kissed now—I’m not i’ th’ humour.
SETTER. I’ll not quit you so. I’ll follow and put you into the humour.