But as I’ve failed, so pray you pardon me.”
And off he goes, his tail between his legs,
Like a well-beaten hound!
Flor. (seizing him).Misshapen imp,
Have you so little care for such dog-life
As warms your twisted carcase, that you dare
To bandy jests with me?
Mous.Release me, sir!
Had I your Talisman, do you suppose
I should be here before your eyes? No, no—