Being pulled in two different directions, or rather pushed by one party one way and by another in the opposite direction, with no way of pleasing both. Not up to the struggle of battling swords and liable to get torn in two, or maybe Solomon will provide them with a sword to cut me in two and then they will be happy.
Am I not fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, heal'd by the same means. If you prick me, do I not bleed? If you poison me, do I not die?
There's an awful lot of blood around that water is thicker than.