Gov. I do not abuse ye:
Is it abuse, to give him drink that's thirsty?
You want cloaths; is it such a hainous sin I beseech ye,
To see you stor'd?
Cel. There is no greater wickedness Than this way.
Gov. What way?
Cel. I shall curse thee fearfully, If thou provok'st me further: and take heed, woman; My curses never miss.
Gov. Curse him that sent it.
Cel. Tell but his name—
Gov. You dare not curse him.
Cel. Dare not? By this fair light—
Gov. You are so full of passion—
Cel. Dare not be good? be honest? dare not curse him?