[First Lord.] What fit is this, good lady?
Paul. What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me?
What wheels? [racks? fires?] what [flaying? boiling?]
In [leads or oils]? what old or [newer] torture
Must I receive, whose [every] word deserves
To taste of thy most worst? Thy tyranny
Together working with thy jealousies,
Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle
For girls of nine, O, think what they have done
And then run mad indeed, stark mad! for all