Vivien. Wilt thou give me that receipt, Dagonet?
Dagonet. I filled my mouth wi’ honey, and my couch wi’ prickles,
And went asleep on’t.
(Vivien laughs and retires behind the curtain.)
Dagonet. Yea woe is me, is me, poor Dagonet!
I hate myself and yet I fain must smile
And play the thistle-down and dandy-puff,
The foolish froth at edge of flagonets;
And all the while see me a tortured torrent