Aquil. Swear to recall his doom;
Swear at my feet, and tremble at my fury.
Ant. I do. Now if she would but kick a little bit, one kick now; ah!
Aquil. Swear, or—
Ant. I do, by these dear fragrant foots, and little toes, sweet as—e-e-e-e my Nacky, Nacky, Nacky.
Aquil. How!
Ant. Nothing but untie thy shoe-string a little, faith and troth, that's all, that's all, as I hope to live, Nacky, that's all.
Aquil. Nay, then—
Ant. Hold, hold; thy love, thy lord, thy hero Shall be preserved and safe.
Aquil. Or may this poniard Rust in thy heart!
Ant. With all my soul.