I fain would be by greater horrors filled.
Attendant: What new design does thy mad soul conceive?
Atreus: No deed within the accustomed bounds of grief.255
I'll leave no crime undone; and yet no crime
Is bad enough for me.
Attendant: Wilt use the sword?
Atreus: 'Tis not enough.
Attendant: The flames?
Atreus: Still not enough.
Attendant: What weapon then will thy mad passion use?