The. Touch me not! My doubt will make
Your hand a thing of fire!
Oc. Dear heart, fend off
This sea of woe or 'twill sweep reason with it.
I could be wild with strange things that I know,
And came to tell you of, but for your sake
I'm calm.
The. Dost know, sir, she was poisoned?
Oc. Poisoned?
Forgive me, love. Be mad now as thou wilt,