not like 'But yet,' it does allay The good precedence; fie upon 'But yet'! 'But yet' is as a gaoler to bring forth Some monstrous malefactor. Prithee, friend, Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear, The good and bad together: he's friends with Caesar: In state of health thou say'st; and thou say'st free. Free, madam! no; I made no such report: He's bound unto Octavia. For what good turn? For the best turn i' the bed. I am pale, Charmian. Madam, he's married to Octavia. The most infectious pestilence upon thee! Good madam, patience. What say you? Hence, Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head: Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in lingering pickle. Gracious madam, I that do bring the news made not the match. Say 'tis not so, a province I will give thee, And make thy fortunes proud: the blow thou hadst Shall make thy peace for moving me to rage; And I will boot thee with what gift beside Thy modesty can beg. He's married, madam. Rogue, thou hast lived too long. Nay, then I'll run. What mean you, madam? I have made no fault. Good madam, keep yourself within yourself: The man is innocent. Some innocents 'scape not the thunderbolt. Melt Egypt into Nile! and kindly creatures Turn all to serpents! Call the slave again: Though I am mad, I will not bite him: call. He is afeard to come. I will not hurt him. These hands do lack nobility, that they strike A meaner than myself; since I myself Have given myself the cause. Come hither, sir. Though it be honest, it is never good To bring bad news: give to a gracious message. An host of tongues; but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt. I have done my duty. Is he married? I cannot hate thee worser than I do, If thou again say 'Yes.' He's married, madam. The gods confound thee! dost thou hold there still? Should I lie, madam? O, I would thou didst, So half my Egypt were submerged and made A cistern for scaled snakes! Go, get thee hence: Hadst thou Narcissus in thy face, to me Thou wouldst appear most ugly. He is married? I crave your highness' pardon. He is married? Take no offence that I would not offend you: To punish me for what you make me do. Seems much unequal: he's