Bian. No matter for a kiss, sir; let it pass;
’Tis but a toy, we ‘ll not so much as mind it;
Let’s talk of other business, and forget it.
What news now of the pirates? any stirring?
Prithee discourse a little.
Moth. (Aside.) I am glad he ‘s here yet
To see her tricks himself; I had lied monst’rously
If I had told ’em first.
Lean. Speak, what ‘s the humour, sweet,
You make your lips so strange? This was not wont.