Oh, that this wet that falls upon my face
10.91465Yet may contrition make them as white as snow.
10.111467It is an act 'gainst the universal power.
[Drawing his sword.] Ay so. Come forth and work thy last.
10.1623561473No, not so. He took my father sleeping, his sins brim full.
10.181475Who knows, save the immortal powers?
10.221479And not revenge. No, get thee up again.
10.2323641480When he's at game, swearing, taking his carouse, drinking drunk,
My words fly up, my sins remain below.