Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble us not;
For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell,
it with cursing cries and deep exclaims.
If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds,
Behold this pattern of
O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds
Open their congeal'd mouths and bleed
Blush, Blush, thou lump of foul deformity;
For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood
and empty veins, where no blood dwells;
Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural,
Provokes this deluge most
O God, which this blood madest, revenge his death!
O earth, which this blood drink'st revenge
Either heaven with lightning strike the
Or earth, gape open wide and eat him
As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood
Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered!
Lady, you know no rules of charity,
Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.
Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man:
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.
But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
O wonderful, when devils tell the truth!
More wonderful, when angels are so angry.
Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman,
Of these supposed-
evils, to give me leave,
By circumstance, but to acquit myself.
Vouchsafe, defused infection of a man,
For these known evils, but to give me leave,
By circumstance, to
curse thy cursed self.
Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have
Some patient leisure to excuse myself.
Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst make
No excuse current, but to hang thyself.
By such despair, I should accuse myself.
And, by despairing, shouldst thou stand excused;
For doing worthy vengeance on thyself,
unworthy slaughter upon others.
Say that I slew them not?
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