In the middle of York's speech, Northumberland (who has been ordered to kill York) interrupts: "Beshrew me, but his passion moves me so/As hardly can I check my eyes from tears" (150-151).
Calantha had finally responded to Penthea's insistence on her own impending death, not only with tears, but also with mistakably misogynist construction of those tears: "Now, beshrew try sadness.
Pero al mismo tiempo es criticado en diversas ocasiones, especialmente por su gusto por la comida y las mujeres: "Or I, beshrew my heart, for I fear fatness,/The fog of fatness, as I fear a dragon,/ The comeliness I wish for that's as glorious" (5.3.58-60).