And thus it happen’d, as in all deceit, 350 The cheater found the evil of the cheat; The husband grieved--nor was the wife at rest; Him she could vex, and he could her molest; She could his passion into frenzy raise, But, when the fire was kindled, fear’d the blaze: As much they studied, so in time they found The easiest way to give the deepest wound; But then, like fencers, they were equal still, Both lost in danger what they gain’d in skill; Each heart a keener kind of rancour gain’d, 360 And paining more, was more severely pain’d; And thus by both were equal vengeance dealt, And both the anguish they inflicted felt. TALE XIII. _JESSE AND COLIN._ Then she plots, then she ruminates, then she devises; and what they think in their hearts they may effect, they will break their hearts but they will effect. _Merry Wives of Windsor_, Act II. Scene 2. She hath spoken that she should not, I am sure of that; Heaven knows what she hath known. _Macbeth_, Act V. Scene 1. Our house is hell, and thou a merry devil. _Merchant of Venice_, Act II. Scene 3. And yet, for aught I see, they are as sick that surfeit of too much, as they that starve with nothing; it is no mean happiness, therefore, to be seated in the mean. _Merchant of Venice_, Act I. Scene 2. TALE XIII. _JESSE AND COLIN._