_Phil._ I think I remember the silly accident. What made ye, you oaf, ready to fall down into the street? _Tom._ You know not, I warrant you--you could not guess what surprised me. You took no delight when you immediately grew wanton in your conquest, and put your lips close, and breathed upon the glass, and when my lips approached, a dirty cloth you rubbed against my face, and hid your beauteous form! When I again drew near, you spit, and rubbed, and smiled at my undoing. _Phil._ What silly thoughts you men have! _Tom._ We were Pyramus and Thisbe--but ten times harder was my fate. Pyramus could peep only through a wall; I saw her, saw my Thisbe in all her beauty, but as much kept from her as if a hundred walls between--for there was more: there was her will against me. Would she but yet relent! O Phillis! Phillis! shorten my torment, and declare you pity me. _Phil._ I believe it's very sufferable; the pain is not so exquisite but that you may bear it a little longer. _Tom._ Oh! my charming Phillis, if all depended on my fair one's will, I could with glory suffer--but, dearest creature, consider our miserable state. _Phil._ How! Miserable! _Tom._ We are miserable to be in love, and under the command of others than those we love; with that generous passion in the heart, to be sent to and fro on errands, called, checked, and rated for the meanest trifles. Oh, Phillis! you don't know how many china cups and glasses my passion for you has made me break. You have broke my fortune as well as my heart. _Phil._ Well, Mr. Thomas, I cannot but own to you that I believe your master writes and you speak the best of any men in the world. Never was woman so well pleased with a letter as my young lady was with his; and this is an answer to it. [_Gives him a letter._ _Tom._ This was well done, my dearest; consider, we must strike out some pretty livelihood for ourselves by closing their affairs. It will be nothing for them to give us a little being of our own, some small tenement, out of their large possessions. Whatever they give us, it will be more than what they keep for themselves. One acre with Phillis would be worth a whole county without her. _Phil._ O, could I but believe you! _Tom._ If not the utterance, believe the touch of my lips. [_Kisses her._ _Phil._ There's no contradicting you. How closely you argue, Tom! _Tom._ And will closer, in due time. But I must hasten with this letter, to hasten towards the possession of you. Then, Phillis, consider how I must be revenged, look to it, of all your skittishness, shy looks, and at best but coy compliances.