SCOLD.
Unpack my heart with words,
And fall a cursing, like a very drab,
A scullion!
Fie upon 't! Foh!
Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
Find all his having and his holding
Reduced to eternal noise and scolding,—
The conjugal petard that tears
Down all portcullises of ears.
Hudibras. S. BUTLER.
Abroad too kind, at home 't is steadfast hate,
And one eternal tempest of debate.
Love of Fame. DR. E. YOUNG.