_Ant._ In the first place, madam, I am old, and consequently very wise, very wise, Madonna, d'ye mark that? in the second place, take notice, if you please, that I am a senator, and when I think fit can make speeches, Madonna. Hurry durry, I can make a speech in the Senate-house, now and then, would make your hair stand on end, Madonna. _Aquil._ What care I for your speeches in the Senate-house? If you would be silent here, I should thank you. _Ant._ Why, I can make speeches to thee too, my lovely Madonna; for example [_Takes out a purse of gold, and at every pause shakes it_]:-- My cruel fair one, since it is my fate That you should with your servant angry prove, Though late at night, I hope 'tis not too late With this to gain reception for my love. There's for thee, my little Nicky Nacky--take it; here, take it--I say take it, or I'll throw it at your head--how now, rebel! _Aquil._ Truly, my illustrious senator, I must confess your honour is at present most profoundly eloquent indeed. _Ant._ Very well: come, now let's sit down and think upon't a little--come sit, I say--sit down by me a little, my Nicky Nacky, hah--[_Sits down_] Hurry durry--good for nothing! _Aquil._ No, sir; if you please, I can know my distance and stand. _Ant._ Stand: how? Nacky up, and I down! Nay, then let me exclaim with the poet:-- Show me a case more pitiful who can, A standing woman, and a falling man. Hurry durry--not sit down--see this, ye gods! You won't sit down? _Aquil._ No, sir. _Ant._ 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---- [_Bellows like a bull, and drives her about._ _Aquil._ Well, sir; I must endure this. [_She sits_ _down._] Now your honour has been a bull, pray what beast will your worship please to be next? _Ant._ Now I'll be a senator again, and thy lover, little Nicky Nacky! [_He sits by her._] Ah, toad, toad, toad, toad! spit in my face a little, Nacky--spit in my face, pr'ythee spit in my face, never so little: spit but a little bit--spit, spit, spit, spit, when you are bid, I say; do, pr'ythee spit--now, now, now spit. What, you won't spit, will you? then I'll be a dog. _Aquil._ A dog, my lord? _Ant._ Ay, a dog--and I'll give thee this t'other purse to let me be a dog--and to use me like a dog a little. Hurry durry--I will--here 'tis. [_Gives the purse._ _Aquil._ Well; with all my heart. But let me beseech your dogship to play your tricks over as fast as you can, that you may come to stinking the sooner, and be turned out of doors, as you deserve.