Gentle sir,　learn of me what it is to clog your conscience with murder,
to have your dreams, your　sleeps, your solitary walks troubled and disquited
with murder; your shadow by　day will affright you; you will not see a weapon
unsheathed, but immediately you will　imagine it is predestinate for your
destruction.　This murder is a house divided within itself; it suborns a man’s
own soul to inform　against him; his soul (being his accuser) brings forth his
two eyes as witnesses against　him, and the least eye-witness is unrefutable.
Pluck out my eyes if thou wilt, and deprive　my traitorous soul of her two best
witnesses. Dig out my blasphemous tongue with thy　dagger; both tongue and
eyes will I gladly forgo to have a little more time to think on my　journey to heaven.