11th activity l= act. 5 sc. 2

It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,--
I will not tell you, you chaste stars!--

It is the cause --I will not kill her;

She has no scars and 

her skin is as beautiful as alabaster 

she has to die, else she'll betray more men.
i will turn off the lights and kill her:
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
I can again restore your light,
Should I repent me:--but once the light is put out,
Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat
That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd thy rose,
I cannot give it vital growth again,
It must needs wither:--I'll smell it on the tree.--