My Lord, I cannot go.
Duke
What, pale face, do you dare to stand against me?
Why, I could set you on a sorry jade
And lead you through the town, till the low rabble
You feed toss up their hats and mock at you.
Duchess
Have you no word of kindness ever for me?
Duke
I hold you in the hollow of my hand
And have no need on you to waste kind words.
Duchess
Well, I will go.
Duke [slapping his boot with his whip]