Renders the choleric your worst of foes.
Observe how lightly children squabble.—Why?
Because they’re govern’d by a feeble mind.
Women, like children, too, are impotent,
And weak of soul. A single word, perhaps,
Has kindled all this enmity between them.
Pam. Go, Parmeno, and let them know I’m come.
Noise within.
Par. Ha! what’s all this?
Pam. Hush!