Was ’t not enough—
Oh wonder not, Elvira, at my passion;
Of all these men’s enchantments, none more potent
Than what might seem unlikeliest—their disdain.
Elv. Indeed you have good cause for anger, madam:
But yet one trial more.
Anna. And to what end?
I’ll not play Tantalus again for him.
Oh shameful insult! had I dream’d of it,
Would I have written him so tenderly?