_Eros_. Yes indeed Sir,
Far, far above.

_Sep._ Why, why so coy? 'pray ye tell me
We are alone.

_Eros_. I am much asham'd we are so.

_Sep._ You want a new Gown now, & a handsom Petticoat,
A Skarf, and some odd toyes: I have gold here ready,
Thou shal[t] have any thing.

_Eros_. I want your absence:
Keep on your way, I care not for your company.

_Sep._ How? how? you are very short: do you know me _Eros_?
And what I have been to ye?

_Eros_. Yes I know ye:
And I hope I shall forget ye: Whilst you were honest
I lov'd ye too.

_Sep._ Honest? come prethee kiss me.

_Eros_. I kiss no knaves, no Murderers, no Beasts,
No base betrayers of those men that fed 'em,
I hate their looks; and though I may be wanton,
I scorn to nourish it with bloody purchase,
Purchase so foully got; I pray ye unhand me