No mind that’s honest But in it shares some woe; though the main part Pertains to you alone.

If it be mine, Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.

Let not your ears despise my tongue for ever, Which shall possess them with the heaviest sound That ever yet they heard.

Your castle is surprised; your wife and babes Savagely slaughter’d: to relate the manner, Were, on the quarry of these murder’d deer, To add the death of you.

Merciful heaven! What, man! ne’er pull your hat upon your brows; Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o’er-fraught heart and bids it break.

Wife, children, servants, all That could be found.