I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er

All causes shall give way: I am in blood
Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er.

Adieu! I have too grieved a heart to take a tedious leave

It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.

Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.