She was a vixen when she went to school;
325 And though she be but little, she is fierce.
Her. Little again! nothing but low and little!
Why will you suffer her to flout me thus?
Let me come to her.
Lys.
Get you gone, you dwarf;
[329] You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made;
You bead, you acorn.
Dem.