The things we do!

That which the earthe
Dothe forebidd none, and freely yelds to all,
A little fayre springe water.
_Godfr_.--One of those giurles
Beelyke this morninge shippwrackt and now scapt?
A dainty peece of maydes fleshe. Such sweete bitts
Are not heare often swallowed, and my mouth
Waters at this fine morsell.
_Scrib_. Water, frend;
Tis that I crave for heaven's sake.
_Godfr_. Wee have none
Of guift, unless you by't.
_Scrib_. Will you sell that
The earthe affourds you gratis, and sett pryse
Of what a foe would yeeld an enemy?
_Godfr_. Not, pretty lasse, so thou'lt afford mee that,
Freely and without bargen, which not only
One frend will to another but oft tymes
A stranger to a stranger.
_Scrib_. What's that, prithee?
_Godfr_. Only a kisse, sweete wensh.
_Scrib_. Ye are too familiar,
I'l by none at that pryse: or fill my pale
Or I'l returne back empty.
_Godfr_. Well for once
I will not greatly stand out, yet in hope,
That what att our fyrst meetinge you'l not grant
You'l not denye at partinge; reatch thy pale.
_Scrib_. Quick as you love mee.


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