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in my Face a little, Nacky—spit in my Face prithee, spit in my
Face, never so little: spit but a little bit—spit, spit, spit, spit,
when you are bid I say; do, prithee spit—now, now, now,
spit: what you won't spit, will you? Then I'l be a Dog.
Face, never so little: spit but a little bit—spit, spit, spit, spit,
when you are bid I say; do, prithee spit—now, now, now,
spit: what you won't spit, will you? Then I'l be a Dog.
Aquil. A Dog my Lord?
Anto. Ay a Dog—and I'l give thee this to'ther purse to
let me be a Dog—and to use me like a Dog a little. Hurry
[Gives the Purse.durry—I will—here 'tis.—
let me be a Dog—and to use me like a Dog a little. Hurry
[Gives the Purse.durry—I will—here 'tis.—
Aquil. Well, with all my heart. But let me beseech your
Dogship to play your trick's over as fast as you can, that you
may come to stinking the sooner, and be turn'd out of dores
as you deserve.
Dogship to play your trick's over as fast as you can, that you
may come to stinking the sooner, and be turn'd out of dores
as you deserve.
[He gets under the Table.Anto. Ay, ay—no matter for that—
that shan't move me—Now, bough waugh waugh, bough
[Barks like a Dog.waugh———
that shan't move me—Now, bough waugh waugh, bough
[Barks like a Dog.waugh———
Aquil. Hold, hold, hold Sir, I beseech you: what is't you
do? If Curs bite, they must be kickt, Sir. Do you see, kickt thus.
do? If Curs bite, they must be kickt, Sir. Do you see, kickt thus.
Anto. Ay with all my heart: do kick, kick on, now I am
under the Table, kick agen—kick harder—harder yet, bough
waugh waugh, waugh, bough—'odd, I'le have a snap at thy
shins—bough waugh wough, waugh, bough—'odd she
kicks bravely.—
under the Table, kick agen—kick harder—harder yet, bough
waugh waugh, waugh, bough—'odd, I'le have a snap at thy
shins—bough waugh wough, waugh, bough—'odd she
kicks bravely.—
Aquil. Nay then I'l go another way to work with you: and
I think here's an Instrument fit for the purpose.
[Fetches a Whip and Bell.
What bite your Mistress, sirrah! out, out of dores, you Dog,
to kennel and behang'd—bite your Mistress by the Legs, you
[She Whips him.rogue.—
I think here's an Instrument fit for the purpose.
[Fetches a Whip and Bell.
What bite your Mistress, sirrah! out, out of dores, you Dog,
to kennel and behang'd—bite your Mistress by the Legs, you
[She Whips him.rogue.—
Anto. Nay prithee Nacky, now thou art too loving: Hurry
durry, 'odd I'l be a Dog no longer.
durry, 'odd I'l be a Dog no longer.
Aquil. Nay none of your fawning and grinning: But be gone,
or here's the discipline: What bite your Mistress by the Legs you
mungril? out of dores—hout hout, to kennel sirra! go.
or here's the discipline: What bite your Mistress by the Legs you
mungril? out of dores—hout hout, to kennel sirra! go.
Anto. This is very barbarous usage Nacky, very barbarous:
look you, I will not go—I will not stir from the dore, that I
[She Whips him out.resolve—hurry durry, what shut me out?
look you, I will not go—I will not stir from the dore, that I
[She Whips him out.resolve—hurry durry, what shut me out?
Aquil. Ay, and if you come here any more to night I'l have
my Foot-men lug you, you Curr: What bite your poor Mistress
Nacky, sirrah!
my Foot-men lug you, you Curr: What bite your poor Mistress
Nacky, sirrah!
Enter Maid.
Maid. Heav'ns Madam! What's the matter?
[He howls at the dore like a Dog.
[He howls at the dore like a Dog.
Aquil. Call my Foot-men hither presently.
Enter
