DUCHESS
I account this world a tedious theatre, For I do play a part in’t ’gainst my will. Indeed, I have not leisure to tend so small a business. Thou art a fool, then, To waste thy pity on a thing so wretched As cannot pity itself. I am full of daggers. Puff, let me blow these vipers from me. I would thou wert hang’d for the horrible curse Thou hast…
