Much like mad Hamlet, thus, as Passion tears!
"Who calls me forth, from my distracted thought?
O Cerberus! if thou? I prithee speak!
Revenge, if thou? I was thy rival ought!
In purple gores, I'll make the ghosts to reek!
Vitullia! O Vitullia, be thou still!
I'll have revenge, or harrow up my will!
"I'll fallow up the wrinkles of the earth!
Go down to hell, and knock at Pluto's gate!
I'll turn the hills to valleys! make a dearth