We look he should have cleared things on the spot.
Yes, then, indeed—even though it prove he erred—
Though the ambiguous first appearance, mount
Of solid injury, melt soon to mist,
Still,—had he slain the lover and the wife—
Or, since she was a woman and his wife,
Slain him, but stript her naked to the skin,
Or at best left no more of an attire
Than patch sufficient to pin paper to,
Some one love-letter, infamy and all,