That sacrific’d my Child to pallid Death.
Lisandro flew himselfe, but I, not he
Must answere for that guiltlesse bloud was spilt:
For I was Authour on’t, my Crueltie,
Diuorcing two such Louers, was the cause
That drew him to despayre. How they all gaze,
Whisper together, and then point at me,
As if they here had being! yes they haue:
But it shall proue a restlesse bed for them.
Why doe they not begin?