In some free festal hour—and woe to him
Who first shall spare!
Raim. Must innocence and guilt
Perish alike?
Mon. Who talks of innocence?
When hath their hand been stay’d for innocence?
Let them all perish!—Heaven will choose its own.
Why should their children live? The earthquake whelms
Its undistinguish’d thousands, making graves
Of peopled cities in its path—and this