Lamenting for thy shame. Wouldst have me credit
Thy innocence? Speak, if thou hast a word
To balance proofs like these, or let thy silence
Condemn thee.
Ire. (after a pause, and slowly, as if calculating consequences). Then do I keep silence, brother,
And let thy vengeance fall.
Theo.
Oh, long-dead mother,
Who now art with the saints, shut fast thy ears