Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes
Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head: 64
She hales him up and down.
Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine,
Smarting in lingering pickle.
Mess. Gracious madam,
I that do bring the news made not the match.
Cleo. Say 'tis not so, a province I will give thee, 68
And make thy fortunes proud; the blow thou hadst
Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage,
And I will boot thee with what gift beside
Thy modesty can beg.
Mess. He's married, madam. 72
Cleo. Rogue! thou hast liv'd too long.
Mess. Nay, then I'll run.
What mean you, madam? I have made no fault.
Char. Good madam, keep yourself within yourself;
The man is innocent. 76
Cleo. Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt.
Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures
Turn all to serpents! Call the slave again:
Though I am mad, I will not bite him. Call. 80
Char. He is afeard to come.
Cleo. I will not hurt him.
[Exit Charmian.]
These hands do lack nobility, that they strike
A meaner than myself; since I myself
Have given myself the cause.
Enter [Charmian, and] the Messenger again.
Come hither, sir. 84
71 boot: enrich by addition
