Come, each thing else what fury can invent,
Wreak all at once! infect the air with plagues,
Till bad to worse, till worse to worse be turn’d!
Let mischiefs know no mean, nor plagues an end!
Let th’ offspring’s sin exceed the former stock!
Let none have time to hate his former fault,
But still with fresh supply let punish’d crime
Increase, till time it make a complete sin!
Go to: some fact, which no age shall allow
Nor yet conceal—some fact must needs be dur’d,