Lady. Infirm of purpose!
Give me the daggers:
The sleeping and the dead are but as portions:
’Tis the eye of childhood, that fears a painted devil.
If he does bleed I’ll gild the faces of the grooms withall
For it must seem their guilt.
Thus, braving heaven, denying God, laughing to derision the idea of conscience, and impiously promising that the blood may be washed from their hands with a little water, glorying in the butchery of the good old king, and accumulating murder upon murder, she rushes on her fate, and, like all who oppose the Creator and Judge of the Universe, is dashed to pieces.
| [1] | “My mind she has mated.” This expression is supposed to be taken from chess playing. She has confounded my mind. |