And what’s in prayer but this twofold force,—

To be forestallèd ere we come to fall,

Or pardon’d being down? Then I’ll look up;

My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer

Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder?

That cannot be; since I am still possess’d

Of these effects for which I did the murder,

My crown, mine own ambition, and my Queen.

May one be pardoned and retain th’ offense?...

Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 3.