I have borne, and held them nought; but to be smitten
For being an-hungered, tho’ the hurt be small
’Tis huge in wrong; and as there is a god
To avenge the poor, I say this ill-bred lord
Shall never live to see his marriage day.
Eum. And so say I.
Ant.Now for thy paltry curse
Think thyself lucky I bid not my men
Hale thee without, and flay thee with their whips.
Some wooers (murmuring). How will Antinous woo our queen,