Revenge: join both in one—die and yet live.
Where pain may not be oft, let it be long.
Seek out some lingering death, whereby thy corpse
May neither touch the dead nor joy the quick.
Die, but no common death: pass nature’s bounds.
Angharat. Set plaints aside: despair yields no relief;
The more you search a wound the more it stings.
Guenevera. When guilty minds torment themselves, they heal,
Whiles wounds be cur’d, grief is a salve for grief.
Angharat. Grief is no just esteemer of our deeds.