"The lioness had torn some flesh away,
Which all this while had bled."
—As You Like It, Act IV., sc. 3.
"You wish that I would sit to you?"
I clasped him madly round the waist,
And breathlessly replied, "I do!"
"All right," said he, "but please make haste."
I led him by his hallowed sleeve,
And worked away at him apace,