You would have it.

I sought to move you to mercy.

I reminded you, my brother, of the tie that bound us, and I would have turned you from fratricide, I would have saved you from the crime you meditated--for it was a crime." "Fratricide!" exclaimed Rotherby, and laughed angrily.

"Fratricide!" It was as if he threatened it.
But Mr.Caryll continued to regard him sorrowfully.

From his soul he pitied him; pitied them both--not because of their condition, but because of the soullessness behind it all.