Spite of my grandmother she shall be mine;
I'll hug, caress, I'll eat her up with love:
Whole days, and nights, and years shall be too short
For our enjoyment; every sun shall rise
Blushing to see us both alone together.[116]
Nood. Oh, sir! this purpose of your soul pursue.
Bail. Oh, sir! I have an action against you.
Nood. At whose suit is it?
Bail. At your tailor's, sir.
Your tailor put this warrant in my hands,