According to the ancient use;
violence But well I know she makes excuse9810
Thereof to trot you forth for sale
Like any nag, nor doth she fail
To snare while teaching you to snare.
Deem you that I am unaware
Of these vile tricks ? I scarce restrain
My arm from laying on amain
With this good stick, until you lie
All in a heap, like pullet pie.
LII
The jealous husband, all a-heat,
From scolding next proceeds to beat9820
His wretched wife, and robe and hair
Doth in his rage from off her tear.
Personal violence
Forthwith as one whose every pore
With rage and passion boileth o’er,
His wife he seizes by the hair,
Shakes her as rudely as a bear
Is shaken by a lion, then,
E’en as it were a wild beast’s den,
He drags her madly round the room,
With frantic threats of direst doom,9830
While to her vows of innocence
He’s deaf, as one devoid of sense
Or hearing, foams, and rolls his eyes,
Regardless of the piteous cries
And shrieks with which she fills the air,
Piercing and shrill as trumpet blare,
Pours forth each brutal epithet
To which he in his wrath can set
