_Pha_. O they are two twin'd Cherries died in blushes, Which those fair suns above, with their bright beams Reflect upon, and ripen: sweetest beauty, Bow down those branches, that the longing taste, Of the faint looker on, may meet those blessings, And taste and live. _Meg_. O delicate sweet Prince; She that hath snow enough about her heart, To take the wanton spring of ten such lines off, May be a Nun without probation. Sir, you have in such neat poetry, gathered a kiss, That if I had but five lines of that number, Such pretty begging blanks, I should commend Your fore-head, or your cheeks, and kiss you too. _Pha_. Do it in prose; you cannot miss it Madam. _Meg_. I shall, I shall. _Pha_. By my life you shall not. I'le prompt you first: Can you do it now? _Meg_. Methinks 'tis easie, now I ha' don't before; But yet I should stick at it. _Pha_. Stick till to morrow. I'le ne'r part you sweetest. But we lose time, Can you love me? _Meg_. Love you my Lord? How would you have me love you? _Pha_. I'le teach you in a short sentence, cause I will not load your memory, that is all; love me, and lie with me. _Meg_. Was it lie with you that you said? 'Tis impossible. _Pha_. Not to a willing mind, that will endeavour; if I do not teach you to do it as easily in one night, as you'l go to bed, I'le lose my Royal blood for't. _Meg_. Why Prince, you have a Lady of your own, that yet wants teaching. _Pha_. I'le sooner teach a Mare the old measures, than teach her any thing belonging to the function; she's afraid to lie with her self, if she have but any masculine imaginations about her; I know when we are married, I must ravish her. _Meg_. By my honour, that's a foul fault indeed, but time and your good help will wear it out Sir. _Pha_. And for any other I see, excepting your dear self, dearest Lady, I had rather be Sir _Tim _the Schoolmaster, and leap a Dairy-maid. _Meg_. Has your Grace seen the Court-star _Galatea_? _Pha_. Out upon her; she's as cold of her favour as an apoplex: she sail'd by but now. _Meg_. And how do you hold her wit Sir?