120 NATURAL HISTORY OF SHAILESPEARE. 
DOG. 
Ariel. Hark, hark ! 
Bowgh-wowgh. 
The watch-dogs bark : 
Bowgh-wowgh. 
Tempest, Act i. Scene 2. 
Launce . I think Crab my dog be the sourest- 
natured dog that lives : my mother weeping, my father 
wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat 
wringing her hands, and all our house in a great per¬ 
plexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one 
tear: he is a stone, a very pebble-stone, and has no 
more pity in him than a dog : 
Launce. She hath more qualities than a 
water-spaniel—which is much in a bare Christian. 
Launce . When a man’s servant shall play the cur 
with him, look you, it goes hard : one that I brought 
up of a puppy; one that I saved from drowning, 
when three or four of his blind brothers and sisters 
went to it! 
Proteus. Where have you been these two days 
loitering ? 
Launce. Marry, sir, I carried mistress Silvia the 
dog you bade me. 
Proteus. And what says she to my little jewel ? 
Launce. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur; and 
tells you, currish thanks is good enough for such a 
present. 
