Neroes life is sought; The sword's prepar'd against anothers breast, The helpe for his.

and get out of these troubles, a consuming heir: For such a one must follow necessarily, you shall die hated, if not old and miserable; and that possest wealth that you got with pining, live to see tumbled to anothers hands, that is no more a kin to you, than you to his couzenage.

One woe doth tread vpon anothers heele, So fast they'l follow: your Sister's drown'd Laertes.

Set downe this burden of anothers shame.