Let your tongue curse me, while your heart forgives.
Alcm. Can I forget such usage?
Jup. Can you hate me?
Alcm. I'll do my best; for sure I ought to hate you.
Jup. That word was only hatched upon your tongue,
It came not from your heart. But try again,
And if, once more, you can but say,—I hate you,
My sword shall do you justice.
Alcm. Then—I hate you.
Jup. Then you pronounce the sentence of my death.