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i Vil. What? art thou afraid?

2 Vil. Not to kill him, having a Warrant. But to be damn'd for killing him, from the which No Warrant can defend me.

i Vil. I thought thou badst been resolute. 2 Vil. So I am, to let him live. i Vil. I'll back to the Duke of Gloster, and tell him so. 2 Vil. Nay, prithee stay a little : I hope this passionate Humour of mine will change; It was wont to hold me but while one tells tweniy.

i Vil. How dost thou feel thy self now? 2 Vil. 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 bad forgot the Reward. i Vil. Where's thy Conscience now? a Vil. O, in the Duke of Gloster'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.

i Vil. What if it come to thee again?

i Vil. I'll not meddle with it, 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 lye with his Neighbour's Wife, but it dete&s him. 'Tis a blushing thamefac'd Spirit, that mutinies in a Man's Bosom : It fills a Man full of Obftacles. . 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 Towrs 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, perswading me not to kill the Duke.

2 Vil. Take the Devil in thy mind, and believe him nct: He would infinuate with thee but to make thee figh.

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

2 Vila Spoke like a tall Man, that respects thy Reputation. Come, shall me fall to work?

i Vil. Take him on the Costard, with the Hilt of thy Sword, and then throw him into the Malmfie.butt in the next Room.

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2 Vil. Oexcellent Device, and make a Sop of him.
į Vil. Soft, he wakes.
2 Vil. Strike.
i Vil. No, we'll reason with him.
Clar. Where art thou, Keeper? Give me Cup of Wine.
2 Vill. 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.
I Vil. Nor you as we are, Loyal.
Clar. Thy Voice is thunder, but thy Loooks 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 sent you hither? wherefore do

2 Vil. To, to, to-
Clar. To Murther 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 reconcild to him again.
2 Vil. Never, my Lord, therefore prepare to dye.

Clar. Are you drawn forth among a world of Men,
To say the innocent? What's my Offence?
Where is the Evidence that doth accuse me?
What lawful Qucít have given their Verdiet up
Unto the frowning Judge? Or who pronounc'd
The bitter Sentence of poor Clarence's Death?
Before I be convict by course of Law,
To threaten me with Death, is most unlawful.
I charge you, as you hope for any goodness,
That you depart, and lay no Hands on me:
The deed you undertake is dammable.

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

Clar. Erroneous Vassals, the great King of Kings
Hith in the Table of this Law commanded,
That Thou shalt do no Murther; Will you

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Spurn at his Ediets, and fulfil a Min's?

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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 be hurl on thee
For false forswearing, and for Murther too:
Thou didft receive the Sacrament, to figho
In quarrel of the House of Lancaster.

i Vil. And like a Traitor to the name of God, Didst break that Vow, and with thy treacherous blade, Unripp'st the Bowels of thy Soveraign's Son.

2 Vil. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and defend.

i Vil. How canst thou urge God's dreadful Law to us, When thou hast broke it in such high degree?

Clar. Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed?
For Edward, for my Brother, for his fake.
He sends you not to murther me for this:
For in that fid 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 indire&, or Jawless 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 ftruck dead by thec?

Clar. My Brother's Love, the Devil, and my Rage.

i Vil. Thy Brother's Love, our Duty, and thy Faults, 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,
And I will send you to my Brother Gloʻster :
Who shall reward you better for my Life,
Than Edward will for tidings of my Death.

2 Vil. You are deceiv'd,
Your Brother Gloster hates you.

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

i Vilo Ay, so we will.

Clar. Tell him, when that our Princely Father York, Bleft his three Sons with his vi&orious Aim,

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He little thought of this divided Friendship:
Bid Glofter think on this, and he will weep.

I Vil. Ay, Milftones; as he lesson'd us to weep:
Clar. O do not slander him, for he is kind,

i Vil. Right, as Snow in Harveft:
Come, you deceive your self,
'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here.

Clar. It cannot be, for he bewept my Fortune, And hugg'd me in his Arms, and swore with fobs, That he would labour my Delivery,

I Vil. Wny so he doth, when he delivers you From this Earth's thraldom, to the joys of Heav'n.

2 Val. Make peace with God, for you must die, my Lords

Clar. Have you that holy feeling in your Souls,
To counsel me to make my peace with God,
And are you yet to your own Souls so blind,
That you will War with God, by murd'ring me?
O Sirs, consider, 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 your Souls:
Which of you, if you were a Prince's Son,
Being pent from Liberty, as I am now,
If two such Murtherers as your selves came to you,
Would not intreat for Life, as you would beg

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1 Vil. Relent? no; 'tis cowardly and womanish.

Clar. Not to relent; is beastly, favage, devilish.
My Friend, I spy fome pity in thy looks:
o, if thine Eye be not a Flatterer,
Come thou on my fide, and intreat for me,
A begging Prince what Beggar pities not?

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

[Stabs hims. I'll drown you in the Malmsey-Butt within. [Exit.

2 Vil. A bloody deed, and desperately dispatcht: How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my Hands of this most grievous Murther.

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Enter first Villain. i Vil. How now? what mean'st thou that thou help'st me not? By Heav'n, the Duke shall know how flack

you have been,

2 Vil, I would he knew, that I had sav'd his Brother; Take thou the Fee, and tell him what I say, For I repent me that the Duke is flain,

[Exit. i Vil. So do not l; 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 will away; For this will out, and then I must not stay. [

Exit.

A C T II. SCENE I.

Flourish. Enter King Edward sick, the Queen, Dorset, Rivers, Hastings, Catesby, Buckingham, and Woodvil.

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so ; now have I done a good day's work.

You Peers continue this united League:
I every day expect an Emballage
From my Redeemer, to redeem me hence.
And more in peace my Soul shall part to Heav'n,
Since I have made my Friends at peace on Earth;
Hastings and Rivers, take each others hand,
Dissemble not your Hatred, swear your Love.

Riv. By Heav’n, my Soul is purg'd from bearing Hate, And with my Hand I seal my true Heart's Love.

Haft. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like.

K. Edw. Take heed you dally not before your King,
Left he, that is the supream King of Kings,
Confound your hidden falfhood, and award
Either of you to be the others end.

Haft. So prosper I, as I swear perfeet Love.
Riv. And I, as I love Hastings with my Heart.

K. Edw. Madam, your self is not exempt from this;
Nor you Son Dorset, Buckingham nor you;
You have been factious one against the other.

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