you relapse into revenge,
If you regret your enemy's bloodless death.
If you regret your enemy's bloodless death.
Byron
Whose, then?
You said it was no legacy.
_Sieg. _ No matter whose--of this be sure, that he
Who owned it never more will need it, save
In that which it may purchase from your altars: 500
'Tis yours, or theirs.
_Prior_. Is there no blood upon it?
_Sieg. _ No; but there's worse than blood--eternal shame!
_Prior_. Did he who owned it die in his _bed? _
_Sieg. _ Alas!
He did.
_Prior_. Son!
you relapse into revenge,
If you regret your enemy's bloodless death.
_Sieg. _ His death was fathomlessly deep in blood.
_Prior_. You said he died in his bed, not battle.
_Sieg. _ He
Died, I scarce know--but--he was stabbed i' the dark,
And now you have it--perished on his pillow
By a cut-throat! --Aye! --you may look upon me! 510
_I_ am _not_ the man. I'll meet your eye on that point,
As I can one day God's.
_Prior_. Nor did he die
By means, or men, or instrument of yours?
_Sieg. _ No! by the God who sees and strikes!
_Sieg. _ No matter whose--of this be sure, that he
Who owned it never more will need it, save
In that which it may purchase from your altars: 500
'Tis yours, or theirs.
_Prior_. Is there no blood upon it?
_Sieg. _ No; but there's worse than blood--eternal shame!
_Prior_. Did he who owned it die in his _bed? _
_Sieg. _ Alas!
He did.
_Prior_. Son!
you relapse into revenge,
If you regret your enemy's bloodless death.
_Sieg. _ His death was fathomlessly deep in blood.
_Prior_. You said he died in his bed, not battle.
_Sieg. _ He
Died, I scarce know--but--he was stabbed i' the dark,
And now you have it--perished on his pillow
By a cut-throat! --Aye! --you may look upon me! 510
_I_ am _not_ the man. I'll meet your eye on that point,
As I can one day God's.
_Prior_. Nor did he die
By means, or men, or instrument of yours?
_Sieg. _ No! by the God who sees and strikes!
