The court is so unquiet, in it I take no joy:
Solitary to myself now I may talk;
If I could rule, I wist what to say.
Enter Cruelty and Murder with bloody hands.
Cruelty.
My coequal partner Murder, come away;
From me long thou may’st not stay.
Murder.
Yes, from thee I may stay, but not thou from me:
Therefore I have a prerogative above thee.