CORNEGO How now? What quarter of the moon has she cut out now? My Lord puts me into a wise office to be a mad-woman's keeper. Why, Madam!
ONAELIA
Ha! Where is the King, thou slave?
[Clutches Cornego.]
CORNEGO
Let go your hold, or I'll fall upon you as I am a man.
ONAELIA
Thou treacherous caitiff <10>, where is the King?
CORNEGO
He's gone, but not so far as you are.
ONAELIA
Crack all in sunder, oh you battlements,
And grind me into powder
CORNEGO What powder? Come, what powder? When did you ever see a woman grinded into powder? I am sure some of your sex powder men, and pepper them too.
ONAELIA
Is there a vengeance yet lacking to my ruin?
Let it fall, now let it fall upon me!
CORNEGO
No, there has been too much fallen upon you already.