Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue,
A curse shall light upon the limbs[92][93] of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
265Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects so familiar,
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quartered with[94] the hands of war;
270All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds: