My Lord, You Have My Voice to It

My lord, you have my voice to it. The fault's bloody tis necessary he should die. Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy,. most true law, shall bruise them. Honour, health and compassion to the senate. This is the bee plot wer. We're now leaving time. And enter. Three senators at one door. Alcibiades meeting them with attendants. My lord, you cannot make gross sinds look clear. To revenge is no valor, but to bear. If wrongs be evils and enforce us kill. What folly tis to hazard life for ill. Now, captain, i am an humble suitor to your virtues. For pity