Whither should I fly? I have done no harm. But I remember now I am in this earthly world; where to do harm Is often laudable, to do good sometime Accounted dangerous folly: why then, alas, Do I put up that womanly defence, To say I have done no harm?

I hope, in no place so unsanctified Where such as thou mayst find him.

What, you egg! Stabbing him. Young fry of treachery!