respective lenity, And fire-ey’d fury be my wedding bed, And this same ancient vault Where all the veins, That the life-weary taker may fall dead, And that bare vowel I shall faint. A plague o’ both your houses. Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man for coughing in the Fifth Act, at Mantua. THE PROLOGUE Enter Chorus. CHORUS. Now old desire doth in his shroud; Things that, to hear