Ran. Prithee go.
Dap. Such neck and breasts, Mr. Ranger!
Ran. Again, prithee go.
Dap. Such feet, legs, and thighs, Mr. Ranger!
Ran. Prithee let me see 'em.
Dap. And a mouth no bigger than your ring!—I need say no more.
Ran. Would thou wert never to speak again!
Dap. And then so neat, so sweet a creature in bed, that, to my knowledge, she does not change her sheets in half a year.
Ran. I thank you for that allay to my impatience.
Dap. Miss Lucy! Miss Lucy! Miss!—[Knocking at the door.