The thoughtless foot upon her life and mine,
And then say, as we perish, "Had I thought,
All had gone otherwise"? We've sinned and die:
Never you sin, Lord Tresham! for you'll die,
And God will judge you.
Tresh. Yes, be satisfied!
That process is begun.
Mer. And she sits there
Waiting for me! Now, say you this to her—
You, not another—say, I saw him die