She had transform’d me to a [curtal] dog, and made me turn i’ the wheel.
145 Ant. S. Go hie thee presently, post to the road:—
[An] if the wind blow any way from shore,
I will not harbour in this town to-night:—
If any bark put forth, come to the mart,
Where I will walk till thou return to me.
150 If every one [knows us], and we know none,
’Tis time, I think, to trudge, pack, and be gone.
Dro. S. As from a bear a man would run for life,
So fly I from her that would be my wife. [Exit.]