O heavens, what shall I do? Alas must I, Must I myself be murd'rer of myself? Must I myself be forc'd to ope the way Whereat my soul in wounds may sally forth? Hard is my hap, and thus in grief I die.
O heavens, what shall I do? Alas must I, Must I myself be murd'rer of myself? Must I myself be forc'd to ope the way Whereat my soul in wounds may sally forth? Hard is my hap, and thus in grief I die.