They have worked--have you seen their hands, their backs?
If you haven't noticed that, you are a fool! They are tired.

They want to rest.

Let them rest, even at the cost of the blood of the one you killed.

I'll give them each a little, and the rest I will throw out into the sea.

Do you hear, Haggart ?" "I hear, priest." The abbot exclaims, raising his arms: "O Lord! Why have you made a heart that can have pity on both the murdered and the murderer! Gart, go home.