Page 1419 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

We’ll to bed then.

WOOER
E’en when you will.
[He kisses her]

DAUGHTER
O sir, you would fain be nibbling. [85]

WOOER
Why do you rub my kiss off?

DAUGHTER
’Tis a sweet one,

And will perfume me finely against the wedding.
Is not this your cousin Arcite?

DOCTOR
Yes, sweetheart,
And I am glad my cousin Palamon

Has made so fair a choice.

DAUGHTER

Do you think he’ll have me? [90]

DOCTOR
Yes, without doubt.

DAUGHTER
Do you think so too?

GAOLER
Yes.

DAUGHTER
We shall have many children. − Lord, how you’re grown!
My Palamon I hope will grow too, finely,