Open their congeal’d mouths and bleed afresh.
Blush, blush, thou lump of foul deformity;
For ’tis thy presence that exhales this blood
[♦] From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells;
[60] Thy deed, inhuman and unnatural,
Provokes this deluge most unnatural.
O God, which this blood madest, revenge his death!
[♦] O earth, which this blood drink’st, revenge his death!
[♦] Either heaven with lightning strike the murderer dead,
[65] Or earth, gape open wide and eat him quick,