All hell broke loose.
And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.
To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
The best apology against false accusers is silence.
Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won.