Inc. Marry, sir, I am bridled indeed, as you say,
And shackled, I think, for running away;
This snaffle is sharp indeed for the nonce,
And these shackles do chafe my legs to the bones;
And yet will I provoke, spurn and prick,
Rebel, repugn, lash out and kick.
We-he!—
Just. In the jade's name, are ye so fresh?
This gear, I suppose, will pluck down your flesh.