Tam. O kill me, kill me!
Deare husband, be not crueller than death!135
You have beheld some Gorgon: feele, O feele
How you are turn'd to stone. With my heart blood
Dissolve your selfe againe, or you will grow
Into the image of all tyrannie.
Mont. As thou art of adultry; I will ever[140]
Prove thee my parallel, being most a monster.
Thus I expresse thee yet. Stabs her againe.
Tam. And yet I live.