Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
❛ i'll quit you to the king, vile and ingrate! too late thou shalt repent, the base injustice thou hast done my love; yes, thou shalt know, spite of thy past distress, and all of those ills which thou so long hart mourn'd; heaven has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd, nor hell a fury like a woman scorn'd. ❜
