He must pass this way to th' only Bed I have; he comes, stand
close.
_Bri_. Well done, well done, give me my night-cap. So. Quick, quick,
untruss me; I will truss and trounce thee. Come, Wench, a kiss between
each point; kiss close, it is a sweet Parenthesis.
_Lil._ Y'are merry, Sir.
_Bri._ Merry I will be anon, and thou shalt feel it, thou shalt, my
_Lilly_.
_Lil._ Shall I air your Bed, Sir?
_Bri._ No, no; I'll use no Warming-pan but thine, Girl, that's all. Come
kiss me again.
_Lil._ Ha'ye done yet?
_Bri._ No; but I will do, and do wonders, _Lilly_. Shew me the way.
_Lil._ You cannot miss it, Sir; you shall have a Cawdle in the morning for
your Worship's breakfast.
_Bri._ How, i'th' morning, _Lilly_? th'art such a witty thing to draw me
on. Leave fooling, _Lilly_, I am hungry now, and th'hast another Kickshaw,
I must taste it.
_Lil._ 'Twill make you surfeit, I am tender of you: y'have all y'are like
to have.
_And._ And can this be earnest?
_Mir._ It seems so, and she honest.
_Bri._ Have I not thy promise, _Lilly_?
_Lil._ Yes, and I have performed enough to a man of your years, this is
truth; and you shall find, Sir, you have kiss'd and tous'd me, handl'd my
leg and foot; what would you more, Sir? As for the rest, it requires youth
and strength, and the labour in an old man would breed Agues, Sciatica's,
and Cramps: You shall not curse me for taking from you what you cannot
spare, Sir.
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