A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 14
SCENE IV.
AND. And is my love then scorn'd? The chaos of eternal night possess my breast, That it may not see to startle at any Undertakings, though they would make Medusa's snakes curl into rings for fear. If greatness have inspired me with thoughts Of a more brave revenge, they shall be acted. A husband's murder was such a puny sin, I blush to speak it; but it was great enough For a merchant's wife: a queen must be more Daring in her revenge, nor must her wrath Be pacifi'd under a whole kingdom's ruin.