I crave your pity. She must be destroy'd. I will entreat him in my jealous rage. My husband lives, and yet I burn. At every word I say, my hair Stands up with horror.
Guilt henceforth has pass'd All bounds.
At once thro' all. My murderous hands are ready To spill the blood of guileless innocence. My ancestors fill all the universe. And, seeking some unheard-of punishment, Thyself become my executioner. The shame of which pursues me to the grave, And ends in torment life-long misery.