Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught
heart and bids it break.
--William Shakespeare, Macbeth
First Murderer. And I another
So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
That I would set my lie on any chance,
To mend it, or be rid on't.
-- William Shakespeare. Macbeth (1605) Act 3, Scene 1.
MACBETH
...I will put that business in your bosoms,
Whose execution takes your enemy off,
Grapples you to the heart and love of us,
Who wear our health but sickly in his life,
Which in his death were perfect.
SECOND MURDERER.
I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Hath so incens'd that I am reckless what
I do to spite the world.
FIRST MURDERER.
And I another,
So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
That I would set my life on any chance,
To mend it or be rid on't.
-- William Shakespeare. Macbeth Act 3, Scene 1.