Pet. Why came I hither but to that intent?
Think you a little din can daunt [mine] ears?
Have I not in my time heard lions roar?
Have I not heard the sea puff'd up with winds
Rage like an angry boar chafed with [sweat]?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in a pitched battle heard
Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and [trumpets' clang]?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,