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?