Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'th'Tiger: / But in a sieve I'll thither sail, / And like a rat without a tail, / I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do....... I'll drain him ray as hay: / Sleep shall neither night nor day / Hand upon his penthouse lid; / He shall like a man forbid. / Weary sennights nine times nine, / Shall he dwindle, peak and pine. (Act 1 Scene 3)