Glut on revenge! thy wrath abhors delays.
What though (besides Pendragon’s poisoned end)
The vile reproach he wrought thee by thy pheer,[253]
Through deep increase of crimes alike is plagu’d;
And that the shame thou sufered’st for his lusts,
Reboundeth back and stifleth in his stock,
Yet is not mischief’s measure all fulfill’d,
Nor wreak sufficient wrought. Thy murdered corpse
And dukedom reft for heavier vengeance cries.
Come, therefore, blooms of settled mischief’s root: