That he would labour my delivery.
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Sec. Murd.
Why, so he doth, now he delivers thee
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From this world’s thraldom to the joys of heaven.
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First Murd.
Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord.
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Clar.
Hast thou that holy feeling in thy soul,
To counsel me to make my peace with God,
And art thou yet to thy own soul so blind,
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That thou wilt war with God by murdering me?
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Ah, sirs, consider, he that set you on
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To do this deed will hate you for the deed.
Sec.
Murd. What shall we do?
Clar.
Relent, and save your souls.
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First Murd.
Relent! ’tis cowardly and womanish.
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Clar.
Not to relent is beastly, savage, devilish.
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Which of you, if you were a prince’s son,
Being pent from liberty, as I am now,
If two such murderers as yourselves came to you,
Would not entreat for life?
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My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks;
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O, if thine eye be not a flatterer,
Come thou on my side, and entreat for me,
As you would beg, were you in my distress:
A begging prince what beggar pities not?
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Sec. Murd.
Look behind you, my lord.
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First Murd.
Take that, and that: if all this will not do,
[Stabs him.
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I’ll drown you in the malmsey-butt within.
[Exit, with the body.
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Sec. Murd.
A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch’d!
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How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands
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Of this most grievous guilty murder done!
Re-enter First Murderer.
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First Murd.
How now! what mean’st thou, that thou help’st me not?
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By heavens, the duke shall know how slack thou art!
Sec. Murd.
I would he knew that I had saved his brother!
Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say;
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For I repent me that the duke is slain.
[Exit.
First Murd.
So do not I: go, coward as thou art.
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Now must I hide his body in some hole,
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Until the duke take order for his burial:
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And when I have my meed, I must away;
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For this will out, and here I must not stay.
[Exit.