Francis Beaumont,
The Maids Tragedy
“ Comes to redeem the honour that you stole, King, my fair name, which nothing but thy death Can answer to the world.King. How's this Evadne?Evad. I am not she: nor bear I in this breast So much cold Spirit to be call'd a Woman: I am a Tyger: I am any thing That knows not pity: stir not, if thou dost, I'le take thee unprepar'd; thy fears upon thee, That make thy sins look double, and so send thee (By my revenge I will) to look those torments Prepar'd for such black souls.King. Thou dost not mean this: 'tis impossible: Thou art too sweet and gentle. ”
