Condemn you me, for that the Duke did love me?
So may you blame some fair and chrystal river,
For that some melancholic distracted man
Hath drown’d himself in ‘t.’
And again, when charged with being accessary to her husband’s death, and shewing no concern for it—
‘She comes not like a widow; she comes arm’d
With scorn and impudence. Is this a mourning habit?’
she coolly replies,
‘Had I foreknown his death as you suggest,
I would have bespoke my mourning.’