Claudius Oh, my offense is rank! It smells to heaven. 36 It hath the primal eldest curse upon't - A brother's murder. Pray can I not. Though inclination be as sharp as will, My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent. 40 And like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursèd hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood? Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens 45 To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy But to confront the visage of offense? How is Claudius feeling right now and why? The bolded lines use figurative language. What do the blood and the rain represent?