insult

And why I pray you? who might be your mother

That you inſult, exult, and all at once

Ouer the wretched?

Giue me thy knife, I will inſult on him,

Flattering my ſelfes, as if it were the Moore,

Come hither purpoſely to poyſon me.

And doe you ſe how he inſulteth ouer me, as though hee had gotten a great aduantage, and how hee taketh heere his reuenge vpon me, for the ſhipwracke hee ſuffered before, in the matter of his ſyllogyſme?

So looks the pent-vp Lyon o're the Wretch, / That trembles vnder his deuouring Pawes: / And ſo he walkes, inſulting o're his Prey, / And ſo he comes, to rend his Limbes aſunder.