CR. She will not live to be your wife on earth.
HAEM. I know, then, whom she will ruin by her death.
CR. What, wilt thou threaten, too, thou audacious boy?
HAEM. It is no threat to answer empty words.
CR. Witless admonisher, thou shalt pay for this!
HAEM. Thou art my sire, else would I call thee senseless.
CR. Thou woman’s minion! mince not terms with me,
HAEM. Wouldst thou have all the speaking on thy side?
[page 25][758-795] CR. Is ’t possible? By yon heaven! thou’lt not escape,
For adding contumely to words of blame.
Bring out the hated thing, that she may die
Immediately, before her lover’s face!
HAEM. Nay, dream not she shall suffer in my sight
Nor shalt thou ever see my face again
Let those stay with you that can brook your rage![Exit