 Soliloquy V (Drink hot blood) III. ii. 379-390 -- 2259-2270
2259 Tis now
the very witching time of night, 2260 When Churchyards yawne, and hell it selfe {breakes} <breaths> out 2261 Contagion to this world: now could I drinke hote blood, 2262 And doe such <bitter> busines as the {bitter} day 2263 Would quake to looke on: soft, now to my mother, 2264 O hart loose not thy nature, let not euer 2265 The soule of Nero enter this firme bosome, 2266 Let me be cruell, not vnnaturall, 2267 I will speake {dagger} <Daggers> to her, but vse none, 2268 My tongue and soule in this be hypocrites, 2269 How in my words someuer she be shent, 2270 To giue them seales neuer my soule consent. {Exit.} |