Cavil about their lives—so let them mend them.
Their banishment will leave me still sound sleep,
Which their death had not left me.
Sal.Thus you run
The risk to sleep for ever, to save traitors—
A moment's pang now changed for years of crime.500
Still let them be made quiet.
Sar.Tempt me not;
My word is past.
Sal.But it may be recalled.