[110] Q. Mar. Nay, stay; let’s hear the orisons he makes.
[♦] York. She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France,
Whose tongue more poisons than the adder’s tooth!
How ill-beseeming is it in thy sex
To triumph, like an Amazonian trull,
115 Upon their woes whom fortune captivates!
But that thy face is, visard-like, unchanging,
[♦] Made impudent with use of evil deeds,
[♦] I would assay, proud queen, to make thee blush.
To tell thee whence thou camest, of whom derived,