Embrace me then. DINARCHUS With pleasure. (He embraces her.) Oh, this is honey sweeter than sweet honey. In this, Jove, my fortune does exceed thine own! PHRONESIUM Won’t you give me a kiss? DINARCHUS Aye, ten even. (Kisses her.) PHRONESIUM You are not niggardly in that. You promise more than I ask of you. (Turns away her head.) DINARCHUS I only wish that from the first I had been as sparing of my property, as you are now thrifty of your kisses. PHRONESIUM If I could possibly cause you any saving, i’ troth, I could wish it done. DINARCHUS Have you bathed then? PHRONESIUM I’ troth, indeed I have then, to my own satisfaction and that of my eyes. Do I seem to be loathsome to you? DINARCHUS I’ faith, not to myself indeed;