Religious canons, civil laws, are cruel; then what should war be?
O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!
If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.
I'll fight, till from my bones my flesh be hacked.
Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!
Speak on, but be not over-tedious.