|ANT. Hanged, sweetheart? Prithee, be||170|
|I love joking dearly, man. And I love thee for||175|
AQUIL. (draws a dagger). See you this, sir?
ANT. O laud, a dagger! O laud! it is naturally my aversion; I cannot endure the sight on't; hide it, for heaven's sake! I cannot look that way till it be
|gone -- hide it, hide it, oh, oh, hide it!||185|
AQUIL. Yes, in your heart, I'll hide it.
ANT. My heart! What, hide a dagger in my heart's blood!
AQUIL. Yes, in thy heart -- thy throat, thou pam-pered devil!
Thou hast helped to spoil my peace, and I'll have vengeance
|On thy curst life for all the bloody Senate,||190|
Doomed by thy accursèd tongue, amongst the rest,
T'a shameful wrack? By all the rage that's in me,
|I'll be whole years in murdering thee!||195|
ANT. Why, Nacky, wherefore so passionate?
What have I done? What's the matter, my dear
Nacky? Am not I thy love, thy happiness, thy lord,
thy hero, thy senator, and everything in the world,
AQUIL. Thou! Thinkst thou, thou art fit to meet my joys --
To bear the eager clasps of my embraces? Give me my Pierre, or --
ANT. Why, he's to be hanged, little Nacky --
|trussed up for treason, and so forth, child.||205|
AQUIL. Thou li'st! stop down thy throat that
Or 'tis thy last. Swear that my love shall live,
Or thou art dead.
AQUIL. Swear to recall his doom --
Swear at my feet, and tremble at my fury.
|ANT. I do. [Aside.] Now, if she would but||210|
AQUIL. Swear, or --
ANT. I do, by these dear fragrant foots and little toes, sweet as -- e-e-e-e, my Nacky, Nacky, Nacky.
ANT. Nothing but untie thy shoestring, a little, faith and troth; that's all -- that's all, as I hope to live, Nacky, that's all.
AQUIL. Nay, then --
|ANT. Hold, hold! thy love, thy lord, thy hero||220|
AQUIL. Or may this poniard
Rust in thy heart!
ANT. With all my soul.
AQUIL. Farewell --
ANT. Adieu. Why, what a bloody-minded, inveterate, termagant strumpet have I been plagued
|with! Oh-h-h, yet more! nay, then, I die, I||225|
[A street near PRIULI'S house.]
JAFF. Final destruction seize on all the world!
Bend down, ye heavens, and shutting round this earth,
Crush the vile globe into its first confusion;
Scorch it with elemental flames to one curst cinder,
|And all us little creepers in't, called men,||5|
Hotter than all the rest: here kindle hell
Ne'er to extinguish, and let souls hereafter
Groan here, in all those pains which mine feels now.
BELV. (meeting him). My life --
JAFF. (turning from her). My plague --
|BELV. Nay, then I see my ruin,||10|
JAFF. No, Death's this day too busy;
Thy father's ill-timed mercy came too late.
I thank thee for thy labors, though, and him, too,
But all my poor, betrayed, unhappy friends
|Have summons to prepare for fate's black hour;||15|
BELV. Then be the next my doom.
I see thou hast passed my sentence in thy heart,
And I'll no longer weep or plead against it,
But with the humblest, most obedient patience
Meet thy dear hands, and kiss 'em when they wound
View me with eyes of a relenting love,
And show me pity, for 'twill sweeten justice.
JAFF. Show pity to thee?
|BELV. Yes, and when thy hands,||25|
To this poor breast, when kinder rage has brought thee,____________________