NICK: A name! Prithee, Antonio, give the name that thy suffering may end! ANTONIO THE DOG: Nay. NICK: Thy head, gentle Dog, be now in a cold iron vise. None here wish this to progress to the point of violence, nor a good Dog to put down before his time. ANTONIO THE DOG: I spit at you, and spite you! NICK: Spite me, Dog, spit upon me? Ho! Jackal I name thee! Fool I name thee! [Nick turns the vise] NICK: A name! The name! I must have it, the dead must needs have their revenge! ANTONIO THE DOG: Fie! Fiend! Foe! Charles, Charles Em, truly t was, who ravaged that public house. NICK: Charles Em! Charles Em, that pitiful rat, for him thou makest me to press thine eye from thine own head? An it sin, yea, pluck it out, but not for Charles Em. ANTONIO THE DOG: Let me loose, or else finish the deed! NICK: Finish the deed? Ah, to end this, would be a mercy! I would that thou couldst suffer a thousand poxes ere you leave this world, but we have not the time. Francis, do him a favour.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 01:57:10 +0000
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