ANTONIO.
May be so too, sweet-heart. Never the worse Senator for all that. Come, Nacky, Nacky; let's have a game at romp, Nacky! ....You won't sit down? Then look you now; suppose me a bull, a Basan bull, the bull of bulls, or any bull. Thus up I get, and with my brows thus bent—I broo; I say I broo, I broo, I broo. You won't sit down, will you—I broo.... Now, I'll be a Senator again, and thy lover, little Nicky, Nacky. Ah, Toad, Toad, Toad, Toad, spit in my face a little, Nacky; spit in my face, pry'thee, spit in my face never so little; spit but a little bit,—spit, spit, spit, spit when you are bid, I say. Do pry'thee, spit.—Now, now spit. What, you won't spit, will you? Then I'll be a dog.
AQUILINA.
A dog, my lord!
ANTONIO.
Ay, a dog, and I'll give thee this t'other purse to let me be a dog—and use me like a dog a little. Hurry durry, I will—here 'tis. (Gives the purse.)—Now bough waugh waugh, bough, waugh.
AQUILINA.
Hold, hold, sir. If curs bite, they must be kickt, sir. Do you see, kickt thus?
ANTONIO.
Ay, with all my heart. Do, kick, kick on, now I am under the table, kick again,—kick harder—harder yet—bough, waugh, waugh, bough.—Odd, I'll have a snap at thy shins.—Bough, waugh, waugh, waugh, bough—odd, she kicks bravely.