In that most lamentable state,
I’ll make her feel my scorn and hate,
Pelt her with scandals (truth or lies)
And her poor cur with jealousies,
Till I have torn him from her breech,
While she whines like a dog-drawn bitch,
Loathed and despised, kicked out of Town
Into some dirty hole alone
To chew the cud of misery,
And know she owes it all to me.