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2 Vil. I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs.

Brek. What, so brief?

i Vil. 'Tis better, Sir, than to be tedious.--Let him see our Commission, and talk no more.

Brak. [Reads.] I am in this commanded, to deliver The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands. I will not reason what is meant hereby, Becaule I will be guiltless of the meaning. There lies the Duke asleep, and there the keys. l'll to the King, and signify to him, That thus I have resign'd to you my Charge. [Exit. i Vil. You may, Sir, 'tis a point of wisdom. Fare

[Exit Brakenbury. 2 Vil. What, shall we stab him as he neeps ?

i Vil. No; he'll say, 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes.

2 Vil. When he wakes? why, Fool, he shall never wake until the great Judgment-day,

i Vil. Why, then he'll say, we ftabb'd him Neeping

2 Vil. The urging of that word, Judgment, hath bred a kind of remorse in me.

i Vil. What? art thou afraid?

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

1 Vil. I'll back to the Duke of Gloʻfier, and tell him fo.

2 V'il. Nay, pr’ythee, stay a little: I hope, this hoiy humour of mine will change; it was wont to hold me but while one would tell twenty.

i Vil. How dost thou feel thyself now?

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

1 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?

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2 Vil. O, in the Duke of Glo'ster's purse.

1 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.

1 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 sham'd-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 turned out of towns and cities for a dangerous thing; and every man, that means to live well, endeavours to trust to hiinself, 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 insinuate 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 reputation. Come, shall we fall to work?

1 Vil. Take him over the costard, with the hilt of thy sword; and then throw him into the malmfie-butt, in the next room.

2 Vil. O excellent device, and make a sop of him. i Vil. Soft, he wakes. Shall I strike? * Take the Devil in thy mind, will be a match for thy conand believe him not : we would science, and believe it not, c. infinuate with thee, &c.] One It is plain then, that him in both villain says, Conscience is at his places in the text should be it, elbows persuading him not to namely, conscience. WA kill the Duke. The other says, Spoke like a tall fellow.) 'The take the devil into thy nearer meaning of tall, in old English, acquaintance, into thy mind, who is stout, daring, fearless and frong.

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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. i Vil. Nor you, as we are, loyal. Clar. Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are

humble. 1 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 you come ?

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

Clar. Ye Icarcely 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 slay the innocent? what's

my

offence ?
Where is the evidence, that doth accuse me?
What lawful ? Quest have given 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:

We'll reason.) We'll talk.
I are you callid forth from out

* wrid of men. I think

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Are ye cull'd forth.
2 Quest is inquest or jury.

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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
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 forswearing, and for murder too;
Thou didst receive the Sacrament, to fight
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, Unrip’dst the bowels of thy Sovereign's son.

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

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

Clar. Alas! for whose fake did I chat ill deed :
For Edward, for my brother, for his fake.
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,
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 naughter thee. Clar. If

you do love my brother, hate not me: I am his brother, and I love him well.

3 Springing Plantagenet. ] • Novice. ) Youth; one yet Blooming Plantagenet ; a prince new to the world. in the spring of life.

If you are hir'd for Meed, go back again,
And I will send you to my brother Gloster,
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, so we will.

Clar, Tell him, when that our Princely father York Bleft 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.

. i Vil. Ay, millstones; 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 hugg'd me in his arms, and swore with sobs, That he would labour my delivery.

1 Vil. Why, so he doth, when he delivers you 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 fo blind,
That you will war with God, by murd'ring me?
O Sirs, consider, they that let 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,

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