❛ 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. ❜
― William Congreve
(The Mourning Bride.)