As blood of mine will cleanse.
Kent. You have confessed!
O, God of truth, let man trust to thy mercy,
Not hope to cheat thy justice! You confessed?
Already I was doomed, but you—you might
Have lived. Ay, and you shall!
[Comes near her and sees that her hands are fettered]
In fetters? You?
By holy Heaven, though giants forged these on
I'd strip them off! [Breaks her fetters]