To urge me to extremities.—And you, Sir (to Chremes),
When you have play’d the whoremaster abroad;
Having no reverence for your lady here,
A woman of condition; wronging her
After the grossest manner; come you now
To wash away your crimes with mean submission?
No.—I will kindle such a flame in her,
As, though you melt in tears, you sha’n’t extinguish.
Dem. A plague upon him! was there ever man
So very impudent?—A knave! he ought