BENEDICT.
I will go to the antipodes... rather than bold three words' conference with this harpy.... I cannot endure my lady Tongue.
DON PEDRO.
You have put him down, lady, you have put him down.
BEATRICE.
So I would not he should do me, my lord, but I should prove the mother of fools.
He call'd her whore; a beggar, in his drink,
Could not have laid such terms upon his callet.
[231]: Henri VI, 2e part., acte IV, scène iii.