’Twould be to make his fate more sure.
Teresa.
’Tis madness
‘To speak to thee of mercy! Yet—bethink thee,
‘Is there no sure and solemn retribution
‘Striding even now, fast on thy guilty footsteps?
‘Shalt thou remain unpunished? Will the voice
‘That from the innocent blood reeks to the sky,
‘Cease to upbraid thee? Will these mortal men
‘Above whom this, thy hellish deed, will raise thee