Hell’s too small, heaven too small to contain you:

Everyone’s already at the point of dying for you.

But to follow your brother, sadly, into the fire—

Really, is that customary? It’s not a sister’s

Place, to radiate passion!

Really, is it customary to lie in his barrow…

With your brother? …

—“He was and is mine! Even if he’s rotten!”

—nd that’s the order of precedence with graves!!!