TATTLE.
Hum—yes.—But you must believe I speak truth....
MISS PRUE.
O Gemini! Well, I always had a great mind to tell lies. But they frightened me, and said it was a sin.
TATTLE.
Well, my pretty creature, will you make me happy by giving me a kiss?
MISS PRUE.
No, indeed; I am angry with you. (Runs and kisses him.)
TATTLE.
Hold, hold, that's pretty well.—But you should not have given it me, but have suffered me to have taken it.