Mont. I, for thy monstrous idoll is not done yet.
This toole hath wrought enough. Now, Torture, use Ent[er] Servants.
This other engine on th'habituate powers145
Of her thrice damn'd and whorish fortitude:
Use the most madding paines in her that ever
Thy venoms sok'd through, making most of death,
That she may weigh her wrongs with them—and then
Stand, vengeance, on thy steepest rock, a victor![150]
Tam. O who is turn'd into my lord and husband?
Husband! my lord! None but my lord and husband!