That he may safely call his own620
Tomorrow's dawn; for on the whirling wheel
Has God our fortunes placed for good or ill.
ACT IV
[Enter Messenger breathlessly announcing the horror which has just been enacted behind the scenes.]
Messenger: Oh, for some raging blast to carry me
With headlong speed through distant realms of air,
And wrap me in the darkness of the clouds;
That so I might this monstrous horror tear
From my remembrance. Oh, thou house of shame625