Jacconot.
And to me, too! Bethink thee, I say, when last year, after the dance at Hampton, thou wert enraged against the noble that slighted thee; and, flushed with wine, thou took'st me by the ear, and mad'st me hand thee into thy coach, and get in beside thee, with a drawn sword in my hand and a dripping trencher on my head, singing such songs, until——
Cecilia.
Earthworms and stone walls!
Jacconot.
Hey! what of them?
Cecilia.
I would that as the corporal Past they cover,
They would, at earnest bidding of the will,
Entomb in walls of darkness and devour