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.


SCENE VII.


SIR JOSEPH WITTOLL, BLUFFE.

BLUFF. And so, out of your unwonted generosity -