Or yield up
Our bodies to the furnace of their fury,
Thrice heated with revenge.
Henry VIII, I., 1, 140:
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
That it do singe yourself.
Virgin Martyr, V., 2, 158:
And now, in the evening,
When thou should'st pass with honour to thy rest,
Wilt thou fall like a meteor?