Aquil. Good-morrow, senator.
Ant. Nacky, my dear Nacky! 'morrow, Nacky! Odd! I am very brisk, very merry, very pert, very jovial—ha-a-a-a-a—kiss me, Nacky; how dost thou do, my little tory rory strumpet? Kiss me, I say, hussy, kiss me.
Aquil. Kiss me, Nacky! hang you, sir coxcomb, hang you, sir!
Ant. Hayty tayty, is it so indeed? with all my heart, faith! "Hey then up go we,"[77] faith—"hey then up go we," dum dum derum dump. [Sings.
Aquil. Signior.
Ant. Madonna.
Aquil. Do you intend to die in your bed?
Ant. About threescore years hence much may be done, my dear.
Aquil. You'll be hanged, signior.
Ant. Hanged, sweetheart! pr'ythee be quiet: hanged quoth-a! that's a merry conceit, with all my heart; why, thou jokest, Nacky; thou art given to joking, I'll swear; well, I protest, Nacky, nay, I must protest, and will protest, that I love joking dearly, mun. And I love thee for joking, and I'll kiss thee for joking, and towze thee for joking; and odd, I have a devilish mind to take thee aside about that business for joking too; odd I have, and, "Hey then up go we," dum dum derum dump. [Sings.