Niece. Don't fear it—When I think of consorting with thee, may the wild boar defile the cleanly ermine; may the tiger be wedded to the kid.
Hump. When I of thee, may the pole-cat caterwaul with the civet.
Niece. When I harbour the least thought of thee, may the silver Thames forget its course.
Hump. When I like thee, may I be soused over head and ears in a horsepond—But do you hate me?
Enter Aunt.
Niece. For ever; and you me?
Hump. Most heartily.
Aunt. Ha! I like this. They are come to promises and protestations. [Aside.
Hump. I am very glad I have found a way to please you.