Sax. Come, prithee, speak; let but
A true confession plead thy penitence,
And Heaven will then forgive thee as I do.
Amir. But, Sir, can you resolve to lend an ear
To sounds so terrible, so full of fate,
As will not only act a single tragedy,
But even disjoint all Nature's harmony,
And quite untune the world? for such, such are
The notes that I must breathe.
Sax. Oh, my dear murderer,