It is impossible to be unkind.
Griz. Ah! speak that o'er again, and let the sound[130]
From one pole to another pole rebound;
The earth and sky each be a battledore,
And keep the sound, that shuttlecock, up an hour:
To Doctors Commons for a licence I
Swift as an arrow from a bow will fly.
Hunc. Oh, no! lest some disaster we should meet,
'Twere better to be married at the Fleet.