To private havoc, such as between him320

And my dead father.

Bar.‍Are you then thus fixed?

Lor. Why, what should change me?

Bar.‍That which changes me.

But you, I know, are marble to retain

A feud. But when all is accomplished, when

The old man is deposed, his name degraded,

His sons all dead, his family depressed,

And you and yours triumphant, shall you sleep?