Pardon me for loitering in front of an orchestra.

A traitor deserves no mercy.

It's called loitering, which is like littering with human beings as the trash.

Oh what can ail thee, wretched wight, / Alone and palely loitering; / The sedge is withered from the lake, / And no birds sing.

The offender never pardons.

Pardon me ... I don't want anybody else to die.