Antony and Cleopatra - William Shakespeare

MESSENGER: Free, madam? No, I made no such report, He´s bound to Octavia.

CLEOPATRA: For what good turn?

MESSENGER: For the best turn i` th` bed.

CLEOPATRA: I am pale, Charmian.

MESSENGER: Madam, he´s married to Octavia. 

CLEOPATRA: The most infectious pestilence upon thee!

[Strikes him down]

MESSENGER: Good madam, patience.

CLEOPATRA: What say you? [Strikes him] Hence, Horrible villain, or I´ll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me! I´ll unhair thy head [She hales him up and down]. Thou shalt be whipped with wire and stewed in brine, Smarting in ling`ring pickle.

 

Oh my, the poor messenger.