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As we paced along Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloucester stumbled, and in falling Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main. O Lord, methought what pain it was to drown, What dreadful noise of waters in my ears, What sights of ugly death within my eyes. (Act 1, Scene 4, lines 16–23)
Thy brother’s love, our duty, and thy faults Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee. (Act 1, Scene 4, lines 209–210)
It cannot be, for he bewept my fortune, And hugged me in his arms, and swore with sobs That he would labor my delivery. (Act 1, Scene 4, lines 228–230)
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