“here. [She spits at him.] Why dost thou spit at me?
ANNE Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! GLOSTER Never came poison from so sweet a place. ANNE Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Out of my sight! thou dost infect mine eyes.
GLOSTER Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine. ANNE Would they were basilisks to strike thee dead! GLOSTER I would they were, that I might die at once; For now they kill me with a living death.”