And more love, or my face is a false witness and deserves to
be pilloried. No, by heaven, I swear -
LAET. Nay, don't swear if you'd have me believe you; but promise -
BELL. Well, I promise. A promise is so cold: give me leave to
swear, by those eyes, those killing eyes, by those healing lips.
Oh! press the soft charm close to mine, and seal 'em up for ever.
LAET. Upon that condition. [He kisses her.]
BELL. Eternity was in that moment. One more, upon any condition!
LAET. Nay, now--I never saw anything so agreeably impudent.
[Aside.] Won't you censure me for this, now?--but 'tis to buy your
silence. [Kiss.] Oh, but what am I doing!
BELL. Doing! No tongue can express it--not thy own, nor anything,
but thy lips. I am faint with the excess of bliss. Oh, for love-
sake, lead me anywhither, where I may lie down --quickly, for I'm
afraid I shall have a fit.
LAET. Bless me! What fit?
BELL. Oh, a convulsion--I feel the symptoms.
LAET. Does it hold you long? I'm afraid to carry you into my
chamber.
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