And kill me too.
050 The sun was not so true unto the day
As he to me: would he have stolen away
[052] From sleeping Hermia? I’ll believe as soon
This whole earth may be bored, and that the moon
[054] May through the centre creep, and so displease
[055] Her brother’s noontide with the Antipodes.
It cannot be but thou hast murder’d him;
[057] So should a murderer look, so dead, so grim.
[058] Dem. So should the murder’d look; and so should I,