In an hour,--wast not?-- Or less,--at first?--perchance he spoke not, but, Like a full-acorn'd boar, a German one, Cried 'O!' and mounted; found no opposition But what he look'd for should oppose and she Should from encounter guard.
In an hour, wasn't it? Or maybe less—at first? Maybe he didn't even speak, but, Like a fully grown boar, a German one, Made a sound and mounted her; met no resistance Except what he expected to face, and she Was protecting herself.
Posthumus Leonatus · Act 2, Scene 5
Posthumus has just seen the bracelet stolen from his wife's wrist, and Iachimo's lie is poisoning his mind into absolute conviction of her infidelity. The crude, animalistic language—the boar, the mount—shows how jealousy turns a man away from reason into graphic fantasy. This moment of poisoned imagination is the hinge on which the entire tragedy turns.