And the poor beetle that we tread upon 88 In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great 89 As when a giant dies.
ISABELLA
O, I do fear thee, Claudio, and I quake 83
Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, 84
And six or seven winters more respect 85
Than a perpetual honor. Dar’st thou die? 86
The sense of death is most in apprehension, 87
And the poor beetle that we tread upon 88
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great 89
As when a giant dies. 90
