For which I burnt in inward sweltring hate, / And festred rankling malice in my breast, / Till I might belke revenge upon his eyes: […]

I'm sure that there is pinching, punching, eye gouging, yoinking, hair pulling and who knows what else underneath where eyes can't follow, but he comes out and hands the referee the ball and hits the line again.

In the mountains that run parallel to the SW shores of the Red Sea from S.E. Egypt to the “Horn” of Africa, Cape Gardafui (i.e. over a distance of some 2,650 km), there is a more or less continuous mist belt between 600 and 1,800 m elevation, depending on local conditions.

You naused up your place in this family and you did it with malice.