1 Murd. A man, as you are. Clar. But not, as I am, royal. 1 Murd. Nor you, as we are, loyal. Clar. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble. 1 Murd. 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 ? 970 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? 1 Murd. Offended us you have not, but the king. Clar. I shall be reconcil'd to him again. 98ǝ 2 Murd. Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die. To threaten me with death, is most unlawful. The The deed you undertake is damnable. 989 1 Murd. What we will do, we do upon command. 2 Murd. And he, that hath commanded, is our king. Clar. Erroneous vassal! the great King of kings Hath in the table of his law commanded, That thou shalt do no murder; Wilt thou then 2 Murd. And that same vengeance doth he hurl on thee, For false forswearing, and for murder too: Thou didst receive the sacrament, to fight 1000 1 Murd. And, like a traitor to the name of God, Didst break that vow; and, with thy treacherous blade, Unrip'dst the bowels of thy sovereign's son. 2 Murd. Whom thou wast sworn to cherish and defend. 1 Murd. How canst thou urge God's dreadful law to us, When thou hast broke it in such dire degree? Clar. Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed? For Edward, for my brother, for his sake: He sends 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, 1010 O, know you yet, he doth it publickly; He needs no indirect nor lawless course, To cut off those that have offended him. 1 Murd. 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. 1 Murd. 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. 1022 2 Murd. 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. Both. Ay, so we will. 1031 Clar. Tell him, when that our princely father York Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm, And charg'd us from his soul to love each other, He little thought of this divided friendship : Bid Gloster think on this, and he will weep. 1 Murd. Ay, mill-stones; as he lesson'd us to weep. Clar. O, do not slander him, for he is kind. 1 Murd. Right, as snow in harvest.-Come, you deceive yourself; 'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here. Clar. It cannot be; for he bewept my fortune, 1040 And And hugg'd me in his arms, and swore, with sobs, That he would labour my delivery. ཎྞཾ 1 Murd. Why, so he doth, when he delivers you From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven. 2 Murd. Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord. 1050 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, That thou wilt war with God by murdering me?— O, sirs, consider, he that set you on To do this deed, will hate you for the deed. 2 Murd. What shall we do? Clar. Relent, and save your souls. Which of you, if you were a prince's son, If two such murderers as yourselves came to you- 1060 1 Murd. Relent! 'tis cowardly, and womanish. Clar. Not to relent, is beastly, savage, devilish.My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks; O, if thine eye be not a flatterer, Come thou on my side, and entreat for me: A begging prince what beggar pities not? 2 Murd. Look behind you, my lord. 1 Murd. Take that, and that; if all this will not serve, [Stabs him. I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within, [Exit. 2 Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch'd! Eij How How fain like Pilate, would I wash my hands Re-enter first Murderer. 1071 1 Murd. How now? what mean'st thou, that thou help'st me not? By heaven, the duke shall know how slack you have been. 2 Murd. 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 slain. [Exit. 1 Murd. 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 : 1080 And when I have my meed, I will away; For this will out, and then I must not stay. [Exit with the Body. ACT II. SCENE 1. The Court. Enter King EDWARD sick, the Queen, DorSET, RIVERS, HASTINGS, BUCKINGHAM, GREY, |