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KISSES.

Hawser.
Dear Susan, one kind kiss before we part.

Susan.

Not the thousandth part of one, Mr. Lieutenant, I assure you. Keep your distance, pray, kind sir. Kisses indeeed! I wonder what fool first invented the nonsense?


Hawser.
Nonsense!—sense, Susan! rapture, Susan!

SONG.

When we dwell on the lips of the lass we adore,
Not a pleasure in nature is missing:
May his soul be in Heav'n, he deserv'd it, I'm sure,
Who was first the inventor of kissing.
Master Adam, I verily think, was the man,
Whose discovery will ne'er be surpast:
Well, since the sweet game with creation began,
To the end of the world may it last!
[Catches Susan and kisses her.