[257] Lys. Away, you Ethiope!
Dem.
No, no; he’ll . . .
[258] Seem to break loose; take on as you would follow,
But yet come not: you are a tame man, go!
[260] Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose,
Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent!
Her. Why are you grown so rude? what change is this?
Sweet love,—
Lys. Thy love! out, tawny Tartar, out!