"She does not move," he said ... and "ay, she sleeps,"
As though she slept eternally.
[Goes to bed, and takes up the dagger]
His dagger.
Oft has it pleased me to regard this hilt.
Pearls winding like a milky way about
A turquoise heaven. Even then my fate
Lurked in the blade. Why do I talk, and beg
A vile delay? Pain is sole merchant here,
And with each moment amplifies his profit.