Bar.Alas, alas!
She hath confessed the truth!
Gott.Oh, earth and heaven!
Are there no bounds to human devil-hood?
Are heaven’s weapons sheathed? Is honour dead?
Has innocence cast off her majesty?
(Unhooks his scabbard and breaks it.)
Away! away! I have no need of thee!
Good, trusty sword, henceforth sheathless thou
Until I home thee to the very hilt