Tyr. The tyrannous and bloody act is done; The most arch deed of piteous massacre, That ever yet this land was guilty of.

Clar. How darkly, and how deadly dost thou speak! Your eyes do menace ine: why look you pale? Who sent you hither? wherefore do you come ?

Act I. Scene IV'

Hast. Come, lead me to the block, bear him my head; They smile at me, who shortly shall be dead.

Act 11. Scene IV.