That neither car'd for me, Nor grieved at the murther of my love.

I'me guilty of all Three; his soul's as white And cleare from murther as this holy man From killing mee.

And I will place stern Murther by my side, That we may do more harmes then haughty pride.

Prethee vex me not. Leave me, I am afraid some sudden start Will pull a murther on me.