'A took my father grossly, full of bread, With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; And how his audit stands, who knows save heaven?

Blood hath been shed ere now, i' th' olden time, Ere humane stature purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been performed Too terrible for the ear. The time has ...

Erroneous vassals! the great King of Kings Hath in the table of his law commanded That thou shalt do no murder. Will you then Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's?

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.

Let not our hand be upon him; for he is our brother and our flesh.

Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time, But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime.

Murder most foul, as in the best it is, But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

No murderer hath eternal life abiding in him.

No place indeed should murder sanctuarize; Revenge should have no bounds.

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the ...