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2 Vil. Not to kill him, having a warrant for it: but to be damn'd for killing him, from the which no war. rant can defend me.

i Vil. I'll back to the Duke of Glofter, and tell him fo.

2 Vil. Nay, pr’ythee, stay a little : I hope, this holy humour of mine will change; it was wont to hold me but while one could tell twenty,

i Vil. How dost thou feel thyself now?

2 Vil. Faith, some certain dregs of conscience are yet within me.

i Vil. Remember the reward, when the deed's done.
2 Vil. Come, he dies : I had forgot the reward.
i Vil. Where's thy conscience now?
2 Vil. O, in the Duke of Glofter's purse.

i Vil. When he opens his purse to give us our reward, thy conscience flies out.

2 Vil. 'Tis no matter, let it go; there's few or none will entertain it.

į Vil. What if it come to thee again?

2 Vil. I'll not meddle with it; it is a dangerous thing, it makes a man a coward : a man cannot steal, but it accuseth him ; a man cannot swear, but it checks him ; a man cannot lie with his neighbour's wife, but it detects him. 'Tis a blushing shame-fac'd spirit, that mutinies in a man's bosom: it fills one full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold, that by chance I found. It beggars any man, that keeps it. It is turn'd out of towns and cities for a dangerous thing ; and every man, that means to live well, endeavours to trust to-himself, and live without it.

i Vil. 'Tis even now at my elbow, persuading me not to kill the Duke.

2 Vil. Take the devil in thy mind, and believe him not: he would infinuate with thee but to make thee figh.

i Vil. I am strong fram’d, he cannot prevail with me,

2 Vil. Spoke like a tall fellow, that respects his rea putation. Come, shall we fall to work?

i Vil. Take him over the costard, with the hilt of thy sword ; and then throw him into the malmsey-but, in the next room.

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2 Vil. O excellent device, and make a fop of him. i Vil. Soft, he wakes. Shall I strike? 2 Vil. No, we'll reason with him. Clar. Where art thou, keeper? give me a cup of wine. 2 Vil. You shall have wine enough, my Lord, anon. Clar. In God's name, what art thou ? i Vil. A man, as you are. Clar. But not, as I am, royal. į Vil. Nor you, as we are, loyal. Clar. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble, i Vil. My voice is now the King's, my looks mine own.

Clar. How darkly, and how deadly dost thou speak?
Your eyes do menace me: why look you pale?
Who fent you hither? wherefore do you come?

Both. To, to, to-
Clar. To murder me?
Both. Ay, ay.

Clar. You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so !
And therefore cannot have the hearts to do it.
Wherein, my friends, have I offended you?

i Vil. Offended us you have not, but the King.
Clar. I shall be reconcil'd to him again.
2 Vil. Never, my Lord, therefore prepare to die.

Clar. Are you call'd forth from out a world of men,
To say the innocent ? What's my offence?
Where is the evidence, that doth accuse me?
What lawful quest haft giv’n their verdict up
Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounc'd
The bitter sentence of poor Clarence death?
Before i be convict by course of law,
To threaten me with death, is most unlawful.
I charge you, as you hope to have redemption,
That you depart, and lay no hands on me:
The deed, you undertake, is damnable.

i Vil. What we will do, we do upon command,
2 Vil. And he, that hath commanded, is our King.

Clar. Erroneous vaffals! the great King of Kings
Hath in the table of his law commanded,
That thou shalt do no murder; will you then
Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's


Take heed, for he holds vengeance in his hand,
To hurl upon their heads that break his law.

2 Vil. And that same vengeance doth he hurl on thee
For false forfwearing, and for murder too:
Thou didft receive the facrament, to fight
In quarrel of the house of Lancaster.

i Vil. And, like a traitor to the name of God, Didft break that vow; and with thy treacherous blade, Unrip'dit the bowels of thy Sovereign's son.

2 Vil. Whom thou wert sworn to cherish and defend. i Vil. How can'ít thou urge God's dreadful law to us, When thou hast broke it in such high degree?

Gtar. Alas! for whose fake did I that ill deed?
For Edward, for my brother, for his fake.
He fends you not to murder me for this :
For in that sin he is as deep as I.
If God will be avenged for the deed,
O, know you yet, he doth it publickly :
Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm:
He needs no indirect, nor lawless course,
To cut off those that have offended him.

i Vil. Who made thee then a bloody minister,
When gallant-springing brave Plantagenet,
That princely novice, was struck dead by thee?

Clar. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage.

i Vil. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy fault, Provoke us hither now, to slaughter thee.

Clar. If you do love my brother, hate not me:
I am his brother, and I love him well.
If you are hir'd for meed, go back again, (8)


(8) If you are bird for need,-) I have chose to restore the word, which possesses all the old copies, meed; and as I have elsewhere observ'd in these notes, it signifies, with our author, both merit and the reward of merit. One of the murderers at the close of this scene says :

And when I have my meed, I must away. And Glo'fter says before in this act;

And for his meed, poor Lord, he is mew'd up. In both which places it fignifies reward, I'll now subjoin a palage of two, in which it means merit. K 3

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And I will send you to my brother Glo'fer,
Who will reward you better for my life
Than Edward will for tidings of my death.

2 Vil. You are deceiv'd, your brother Glo'fter hates you,

Clar. Oh, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear: Go you to him from me.

Both. Ay, fo we will.

Clar. Tell him, when that our princely father York Bleft his three fons with his victorious arm, And charg'd us from his soul to love each other, He little thought of this divided friendship: Bid Glo'fer think on this, and he will weep.

i Vil. Ay, mill-ftones ; as he leffon'd us to weep. Clar. O do not slander him, for he is kind.

i Vil. As snow in harvest :--you deceive yourself "Tis he, that sends us to destroy you here.

Clar. It cannot be, for he bewept my fortune, And hug'd me in his arms, and swore with fobs, That he would labour my delivery.

i Vil. Why, so he doth, when he delivers From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heav'n.

2 Vil. Make peace with God, for you must die, my Lord,

Clar. Have you that holy feeling in your soul,
To counsel me'to make my peace with God,
And are you yet to your own souls so blind,
Thai you will war wiih Güd, by murd'ring me?
O Sirs, confider, they, that set you on
To do this deed, will hate you for the deed.

2 Vil. What shall we do?
Clar. Relent, and save


Which of you, if you were a Prince's son,
Being pent from liberty, as I am now,
If two luch murderers, as yourselves, came to you,


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Each one already blazing by our meeds. And, again;

That's not my fear, my meed hath got me fame. And, Timon of Aibens s

no meed, but he repays Sev'nfold above itself,



Would not intreat for life? ah! you would beg,
Were you in my distress.-

i Vil. Relent? 'tis cowardly and womanilh.
Clar. Not to relent, is beatly, favage, devilish.
My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks :
O, if thine be not a flatterer,
Come thou on my side, and intreat for me.
A begging Prince what beggar pities not?

2 Vil. Look behind you, my Lord.
i Vil. Take that, and that; if all this will not do,

[Stabs him. I'll drown you in the malmsey-but within. [Exit.

2 Vil. A bloody deed, and defp'rately dispatch : How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands Of this most grievous guilty murder done!

Re-enter first Villain. i Vil. How now? what mean'st thou, that thou

help'ít me not? By heav'n, the Duke shall know how slack you've been.

2 Vil. I would he knew, that I had fav'd his brother! Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say ; For I repent me, that the Duke is slain.

[Exit. i Vil. So do not I; go, coward, as thou art. Well, I'll

go hide the body in some hole, Till that the duke give order for his burial : And, when I have my meed, I must away; For this will out, and then I must not stay. [Exit.


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