Quote by William Shakespeare
Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.Even now I curse the day and yet, I think,Few come within the compass of my curse, Wherein I did not some notorious ill,As kill a man, or else devise his death,Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it,Accuse some innocent and forswear myself,Set deadly enmity between two friends,Make poor men's cattle break their necks;Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,And bid the owners quench them with their tears.Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful thingsAs willingly as one would kill a fly,And nothing grieves me heartily indeedBut that I cannot do ten thousand more.
Summary
The quote portrays a remorseless and deeply wicked individual reflecting on their past actions. They take pride in the countless atrocities they have committed, such as murder, rape, deception, and causing harm to innocent people and their property. Their insatiable desire for evil is evident as they express regret only for their inability to commit even more horrifying acts. It serves as a chilling reminder of the capacity for human cruelty and the absence of conscience in certain individuals.
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