Fronia. To kill your spouse?
Guenevera. A stranger and a foe.
Fronia. Your liege and king.
Guenevera. He wants both realm and crown.
Fronia. Nature affords not to your sex such strength.
Guenevera. Love, anguish, wrath, will soon afford enough.
Fronia. What rage is this?
Guenevera. Such as himself shall rue.
Fronia. Whom Gods do press enough, will you annoy?
Guenevera. Whom Gods do press, they bend; whom man annoys,