[143] When thou hold’st up thy hand: O, let me kiss
[144] This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!
[145] Hel. O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent
To set against me for your merriment:
If you were civil and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
[150] But you must join in souls to mock me too?
[151] If you were men, as men you are in show,
You would not use a gentle lady so;