Lydia encountered

Francis and Lydia in a jeasting way
Each other strove to jeer; he won the day
At last, and silenc'd her; at which she grew
So vext, that in her passion she flew
Upon young Francis, and 'twixt rage and fear
Saluted him with a fair box o'th' ear,
He threw her down o'th' bed, and kist her 'til
She cri'd agen, for madness, 'gainst her wil:
Oh sweet revenge! who would not thus fall out
If he might have but such a kissing bout?
Kiss and be friends was the old way you know
Of reconciling, so it seems 'twas now.