Again, and scarce dare think on't. Hideous wretch
That I am! The very waters mock me with50
My horrid shadow—like a demon placed
Deep in the fountain to scare back the cattle
From drinking therein.[He pauses.
And shall I live on,
A burden to the earth, myself, and shame
Unto what brought me into life? Thou blood,
Which flowest so freely from a scratch, let me
Try if thou wilt not, in a fuller stream,