And let not will usurp, where wit should rule.
Guenevera. The wrath that breatheth blood doth loathe to lurk:
What reason most withholds, rage wrings perforce.
I am disdain’d: so will I not be long.
That very hour that he shall first arrive,
Shall be the last that shall afford him life.
Though neither seas, nor lands, nor wars abroad
Sufficed for thy foil, yet shalt thou find
Far worse at home—thy deep-displeased spouse.
Whate’er thou hast subdu’d in all thy stay