Out of this horrible dwelling all these years,
But planted like a kail I have taken root
Under the stairs, my son, under the stairs.
"Do not avenge me, Henry. Let all slide.
I grudge your death. See, do not touch the snake.
A cowardice taints you from your father's side
And a coward's lusts, but curb them, for my sake!
"Back to your grave, back Father, lest she wake!"