Where is my father?

So have I a noble father lost.

The King, the king’s to blame;

Treason! Treason!

But my revenge will come,

So criminal and so capital in nature,

It is almost against my conscience.

 

No med’cine in the world can do thee good,

Mine own treachery.

Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself.

The foul practice hath turned itself on me,

This nothing’s more than matter.

 

This is too heavy,

They bleed on both sides.

I shall the effect of this good lesson keep as watchman to my heart.

Exchange forgiveness with me

From heaven to earth.

 

Revenged most throughly for my father,

And for nothing!

I am justly killed,

I am dead.