untented

I’ll tell thee . Life and death ! I am
ashamed
That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus ,
That these hot tears , which break from me perforce ,
Should make thee worth them . Blasts and fogs upon
thee !
Th’ untented woundings of a father’s curse
Pierce every sense about thee ! Old fond eyes ,
Beweep this cause again , I’ll pluck you out
And cast you , with the waters that you loose ,
To temper clay . Yea , is ’t come to this ?
Ha ! Let it be so . I have another daughter
Who , I am sure , is kind and comfortable .
When she shall hear this of thee , with her nails
She’ll flay thy wolvish visage . Thou shalt find
That I’ll resume the shape which thou dost think
I have cast off forever .