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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.
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.
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?
Both. To, to, to-
Clar. You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so !
i Vil. Offended us you have not, but the King.
Clar. Are you call'd forth from out a world of men,
i Vil. What we will do, we do upon command,
Clar. Erroneous vaffals! the great King of Kings
Take heed, for he holds vengeance in his hand,
2 Vil. And that same vengeance doth he hurl on thee
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?
i Vil. Who made thee then a bloody minister,
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:
(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
And I will send you to my brother Glo'fer,
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,
2 Vil. What shall we do?
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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,
i Vil. Relent? 'tis cowardly and womanilh.
2 Vil. Look behind you, my Lord.
[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.