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First Murderer:
So when he opens his purse to give us our reward,
thy conscience flies out.
Second Murderer:
Let it go; there's few or none will entertain it.
First Murderer:
How if it come to thee again?
Second Murderer:
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; he cannot swear, but it cheques him;
he cannot lie with his neighbour's wife, but it
detects him: 'tis a blushing shamefast spirit that
mutinies in a man's bosom; it fills one full of
obstacles: it made me once restore a purse of gold
that I found; it beggars any man that keeps it: it
is turned out of all towns and cities for a
dangerous thing; and every man that means to live
well endeavours to trust to himself and to live
without it.
First Murderer:
'Zounds, it is even now at my elbow, persuading me
not to kill the duke.
Second Murderer:
Take the devil in thy mind, and relieve him not: he
would insinuate with thee but to make thee sigh.
First Murderer:
Tut, I am strong-framed, he cannot prevail with me,
I warrant thee.
Second Murderer:
Spoke like a tail fellow that respects his
reputation. Come, shall we to this gear?
First Murderer:
Take him over the costard with the hilts of thy
sword, and then we will chop him in the malmsey-butt
in the next room.
Second Murderer:
O excellent devise! make a sop of him.
First Murderer:
Hark! he stirs: shall I strike?
Second Murderer:
No, first let's reason with him.
CLARENCE:
Where art thou, keeper? give me a cup of wine.
Second murderer:
You shall have wine enough, my lord, anon.
CLARENCE:
In God's name, what art thou?
Second Murderer:
A man, as you are.
CLARENCE:
But not, as I am, royal.
Second Murderer:
Nor you, as we are, loyal.
CLARENCE:
Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble.
Second Murderer:
My voice is now the king's, my looks mine own.
CLARENCE:
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--
CLARENCE:
To murder me?
Both:
Ay, ay.
CLARENCE:
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?
First Murderer:
Offended us you have not, but the king.