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Yet execute thy wrath in me alone,
O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!
I pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me;
My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.
BRAKENBURY:
I will, my lord: God give your grace good rest!
Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,
Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night.
Princes have but their tides for their glories,
An outward honour for an inward toil;
And, for unfelt imagination,
They often feel a world of restless cares:
So that, betwixt their tides and low names,
There's nothing differs but the outward fame.
First Murderer:
Ho! who's here?
BRAKENBURY:
In God's name what are you, and how came you hither?
First Murderer:
I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs.
BRAKENBURY:
Yea, are you so brief?
Second Murderer:
O sir, it is better to be brief than tedious. Show
him our commission; talk no more.
BRAKENBURY:
I am, in this, commanded to deliver
The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands:
I will not reason what is meant hereby,
Because I will be guiltless of the meaning.
Here are the keys, there sits the duke asleep:
I'll to the king; and signify to him
That thus I have resign'd my charge to you.
First Murderer:
Do so, it is a point of wisdom: fare you well.
Second Murderer:
What, shall we stab him as he sleeps?
First Murderer:
No; then he will say 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes.
Second Murderer:
When he wakes! why, fool, he shall never wake till
the judgment-day.
First Murderer:
Why, then he will say we stabbed him sleeping.
Second Murderer:
The urging of that word 'judgment' hath bred a kind
of remorse in me.
First Murderer:
What, art thou afraid?
Second Murderer:
Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be
damned for killing him, from which no warrant can defend us.
First Murderer:
I thought thou hadst been resolute.
Second Murderer:
So I am, to let him live.
First Murderer:
Back to the Duke of Gloucester, tell him so.
Second Murderer:
I pray thee, stay a while: I hope my holy humour
will change; 'twas wont to hold me but while one
would tell twenty.
First Murderer:
How dost thou feel thyself now?
Second Murderer:
'Faith, some certain dregs of conscience are yet
within me.
First Murderer:
Remember our reward, when the deed is done.
Second Murderer:
'Zounds, he dies: I had forgot the reward.
First Murderer:
Where is thy conscience now?
Second Murderer:
In the Duke of Gloucester's purse.