Her. Hast thou found others in still greater woe?
Thes. Thou, from earth, touchest heaven, one huge distress!
Her. Accordingly, I am prepared to die.
Thes. Think'st thou thy threats at all import the gods?
Her. Gods please themselves: to gods I give their like.
Thes. Shut thy mouth, lest big words bring bigger woe!
Her. I am full fraught with ills—no stowing more!
Thes. Thou wilt do—what, then? Whither moody borne?
Her. Dying, I go below earth whence I came.
Thes. Thou hast used words of—what man turns up first!