_Ant._ Ay, ay--no matter for that--[_He gets under the table_]--that shan't move me--now, bough waugh waugh, bough waugh! [_Barks like a dog._ _Aquil._ Hold, hold, hold, sir, I beseech you; what is't you do? If curs bite, they must be kicked, sir. Do you see? kicked thus. _Ant._ Ay, with all my heart: do, kick, kick on; now I am under the table, kick again--kick harder--harder yet. Bough waugh waugh, waugh, bough--odd, I'll have a snap at thy shins--bough waugh waugh, waugh, bough--odd, she kicks bravely. _Aquil._ Nay then, I'll go another way to work with you; and I think here's an instrument fit for the purpose. [_Fetches a whip and a bell._] What, bite your mistress, sirrah! out, out of doors, you dog, to kennel and be hanged! Bite your mistress by the legs, you rogue! [_She whips him._ _Ant._ Nay, pr'ythee Nacky, now thou art too loving: hurry durry, odd, I'll be a dog no longer. _Aquil._ Nay, none of your fawning and grinning: but begone, or here's the discipline: what, bite your mistress by the legs, you mongrel? Out of doors--hout, hout, to kennel, sirrah! go. _Ant._ This is very barbarous usage, Nacky, very barbarous: look you, I will not go--I will not stir from the door, that I resolve--hurry durry, what, shut me out? [_She whips him out._ _Aquil._ Ay; and it you come here any more to-night, I'll have my footmen lug you, you cur! What, bite your poor mistress Nacky, sirrah? _Enter_ Maid, _Maid._ Heavens, madam! what's the matter? [_He howls at the door like a dog._ _Aquil._ Call my footmen hither presently. _Enter two_ Footmen. _Maid._ They are here already, madam; the house is all alarmed with a strange noise, that nobody knows what to make of. _Aquil._ Go all of you and turn that troublesome beast in the next room out of my house; if I ever see him within these walls again, without my leave for his admittance, you sneaking rogues, I'll have you poisoned all, poisoned, like rats; every corner of the house shall stink of one of you: go, and learn hereafter to know my pleasure. [_Exeunt_ Footmen _and_ Maid.] So, now for my Pierre: Thus when the godlike lover was displeased, We sacrifice our fool, and he's appeased. [_Exit._ [Illustration] SCENE II.--_Another Room in the same._ _Enter_ BELVIDERA.