Oh dear. "Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned...Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned". 
(Or paraphrased as: "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned").
I mean, a bloke wouldn't stoop so low. 
and.... 
Oh dear. "Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned...Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned".
(Or paraphrased as: "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned").
I mean, a bloke wouldn't stoop so low. and....