A Plot Discover'd.
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ACT III.
Enter Aquilina and her Maid.
Aquil.Tell him I am gone to bed: Tell him I am not at
home; tell him I've better Company with me, or
anything; tell him in short I will not see him, the eternal troublesome
vexatious Fool: He's worse Company than an ignorant
Physitan—I'l not be disturb'd at these unseasonable hours.
home; tell him I've better Company with me, or
anything; tell him in short I will not see him, the eternal troublesome
vexatious Fool: He's worse Company than an ignorant
Physitan—I'l not be disturb'd at these unseasonable hours.
Maid. But Madam! He's here already, just enter'd the doors.
Aquil. Turn him out agen, you unnecessary, useless, giddy-brain'd
Asse! if he will not begone, set the house a fire and
burn us both: I had rather meet a Toad in my dish than that
[Enter Antonio,old hideous Animal in my Chamber to Night.
Asse! if he will not begone, set the house a fire and
burn us both: I had rather meet a Toad in my dish than that
[Enter Antonio,old hideous Animal in my Chamber to Night.
Anto. Nacky, Nacky, Nacky—how dost do Nacky? Hurry
durry. I am come little Nacky; past eleven a Clock, a late
hour; time in all Conscience to go to bed Nacky—Nacky did
I say? Ay Nacky; Aqualina, lina, lina, quilina, quilina, quilina,
Aqualina, Naquilina, Naquilina, Acky, Acky, Nacky, Nacky, Queen
Nacky—come let's to bed—you Fubbs, you Pugg you—you
little Puss—Purree Tuzzey—I am a Senator.
durry. I am come little Nacky; past eleven a Clock, a late
hour; time in all Conscience to go to bed Nacky—Nacky did
I say? Ay Nacky; Aqualina, lina, lina, quilina, quilina, quilina,
Aqualina, Naquilina, Naquilina, Acky, Acky, Nacky, Nacky, Queen
Nacky—come let's to bed—you Fubbs, you Pugg you—you
little Puss—Purree Tuzzey—I am a Senator.
Aquil. You are Fool, I am sure.
Anto. May be so too sweet-heart. Never the worse Senator
for all that. Come Nacky, Nacky, lets have a Game at Rump, Nacky.
for all that. Come Nacky, Nacky, lets have a Game at Rump, Nacky.
Aquil. You would do well Signior to be troublesome here
no longer, but leave me to my self, be sober and go home, Sir.
no longer, but leave me to my self, be sober and go home, Sir.
Anto. Home Madona!
Aquil. Ay home, Sir. Who am I?
Anto. Madona, as I take it you are my—you are—thou
art my little Nicky Nacky———that's all!
art my little Nicky Nacky———that's all!
Aquil. I find you are resolv'd to be troublesome, and so to
make short of the matter in few words. I hate you, detest
you, loath you, I am weart of you, sick of you—hang you,
you are an Old, silly, Impertinent, impotent, sollicitous
Coxcomb, Crazy in your head, and lazy in your Body, love to be
medling, with every thing, and if you had not Money, you
are good for nothing.
make short of the matter in few words. I hate you, detest
you, loath you, I am weart of you, sick of you—hang you,
you are an Old, silly, Impertinent, impotent, sollicitous
Coxcomb, Crazy in your head, and lazy in your Body, love to be
medling, with every thing, and if you had not Money, you
are good for nothing.
Anto. Good for nothing! Hurry durry, I'l try that presently.
Sixty one years Old, and good for nothing; that's
brave. [To the Maid.] Come come come Mistress fiddle-faddle,
turn you out for a season; go turn out I say, it is our will and
Sixty one years Old, and good for nothing; that's
brave. [To the Maid.] Come come come Mistress fiddle-faddle,
turn you out for a season; go turn out I say, it is our will and
plea-
