There is no heaven but revenge. I tell thee, I would not have undertook
so much toil to gain heaven as I have done in pursuing thee for revenge.
Divine revenge, of which (as of the joys above) there is no fullness or
satiety. Look how my feet are blistered with following thee from place to
place. I have riven my throat with overstraining it to curse thee. My tongue
with vain threats is bollen, and waxen too big for my mouth; my eyes have
broken their strings with straining and looking ghastly as I stood devising how
to frame or set my countenance when I met thee. I have near spent my
strength in imaginary acting on stone walls what I determined to execute on
thee; entreat not; a miracle may not reprieve thee; villain, thus march I with
my blade into thy bowels.