+Mir.+ No, no; no lips; we will only shake hands Upon't, that's enough for so weighty a contract As this of ours. +Phil.+ But, prythee, let us seal The bargain. +Mir.+ No, no, sir, I use no wax To my lips. +Phil.+ Nay, by my troth, I care not A pin to kiss thee. +Mir.+ No? look upon me well, And see if you can say so again. +Phil.+ Hum--yes, Faith, I will give two-pence to kiss thee Now. +Mir.+ Well, sir, when I do kiss you, I'll 'bate you A penny of that. +Phil.+ Now you and I will sing this song. [_He sings._ _My love and I a bargain made, It is well worth a telling: When one was weary, we agreed To part, should both be willing._ +Mir.+ Nay, here I'm for you too. [_She sings._ _And thus our loves will longer last, Than fools that still are pining: We'll spend our time in joy and mirth, Whilst doaters do in whining._ +Phil.+ Faith, you and I sing very well; we are Alike in that too: I see either nature Or the devil, somebody or something, made Thee and me for one another. Well, But let us Remember our conditions: imprimis, I Will love you. +Mir.+ Item, so will I you. +Phil.+ I Will not say how long. +Mir.+ Item, nor I neither. +Phil.+ Item, it may be I can love you but A week. +Mir.+ I don't care if't be but a day. +Phil.+ I'll ne'er be tied to any thing. +Mir.+ Item, thou shalt be tied to what thou wilt But me. +Phil.+ Item, I will come when I please, And go when I please. +Mir.+ Item, thou shalt drown Thyself when thou wilt, or hang thyself when Thou wilt, or go to the devil when thou wilt. +Phil.+ Item, if I should like another woman, I Will have the liberty of leaving you, without Any ceremony, but just saying Good-bye. +Mir.+ Item, if I should like any Man better than you, I'll leave you without saying So much as good-bye. +Phil.+ Item, the first that Sighs of us two, shall fast a week. +Mir.+ Item, the first That looks but melancholy of us two, Shall be starv'd to death. +Phil.+ To conclude, we will Both be as mad as we please. +Mir.+ Agreed, And the devil take the tamest! +Phil.+ A bless'd bargain! But hark you, there's one thing I have forgot. +Mir.+ What's that? +Phil.+ Have you had as many children as I? +Mir.+ No, indeed, ha'nt I. +Phil.+ Why, then you must let me help you to 'em, That you may be even with me there too. +Mir.+ Hold, sir, that bargain's yet to make. +Phil.+ Pox on't! That should have been one of our articles. +Mir.+ Well, I can stay no longer with you now. +Phil.+ Nay, prythee, hold, thou shalt not go yet; I Can't part with you so soon.