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Anne. Well, well, put up your sword

Oh. Say, then, my peace is made.

Anne, That shalt thou know hereafter.

Olo. But shall I lire in hope?

Anne. All men, I hope, live so.

Olo. Vouchsaie to wear this ring.

Anne, To take is not to give.

[She puts on the ring

Olo. Look how my ring encompasseth thy finger
Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart ;
Wear both of them for both of them are thine.
And if thy poor devoted servant may
But beg one favour at thy gracious hand,
Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever.

Anne. Wliat is it?

Oio. That it may please yoa leave these md
designs
To him that hath most cause to be a mourner,
And presently repair to Crosby House :
Where, aCterl have solemnly interr'd,
At Chertsey monastery ,this noble king,
And wet his grave with my repentant tean,
I will with all expedient duty see you:
For divers unknown reasons, I beseech joa
Grant me this boon.

Anne. With all my heart ; and much it joya me too
To see you are become so penitent
Tressel, and Berkley, go along with me.

Olo. Bidme£veweU.

Anne. Tis more than you deserve :

But, since yoa teach me how to flatter you,
Imagine I have said farewell already.

1 Exeunt Lady Anne, Tressbl, and Bseklbt.

Oto. Take op the corse, sirs.

Oent. Towards Chertsey, noble lord ?

Olo, No, to White-Friars; there attend my
coming.

[Exeunt the rest mthihseorse.
Was ever woman In this humour woo'd ?
Was ever woman in this humour won ?
I'll have her, but I will not keep her long.
What I I, that kili'd her husband and his father,
To take her in her heart's extremest hate ;
With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyas,
The bleeding witness of her hatred by;
Having God, her oonsoienoe, and these han against

me.
And I no friends to back my suit withal,
But the pUm devil, and dissembling looks.
And yet to win her,^all the world to nothhig I
Hal

Hath she so forgot already that brave prince,
Edward, her lord, whom I, some three monthi^

since,
Stabb'd ip my angrj mood at Tewksbury ?
A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,
Fram'd in the prodigality of nature,
Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal,
The spacious world cannot again afford :
And will she yet abase her eyes on me,
That cropped the ^Iden prime of this sweet prinoe
And noade her widow to a woeful bed ?
On me, whose all not equals Edward's moiet//
On me, that halt, and am misshapen thus?
Af y dukedom to a beggarly denier,
I do mistake my person all this while:
Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot,
Myself to be a marvellous proper num
I!U be at charges for a looking-glaaa» t

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And entertafn a looro or two of tailors
'i'o study fjishioDS to adorn my bodj:
Since I am crept in favour with myself,
I will maintain it with some little cost.
But, first, 1*11 turn jon' fellow in his grare ;
And then return lamenting to my love.
Shine out, fair sun, till I have bought a glass,
That I may see my shadow as I pass. [EsbU



SCENE in.^The acme, A Boom m ihe Palace.

Enter Queen Euzabbth, Lord Riybbb, and Lord
Grey.

5^. Have patience, madam ; there's no doubt his
miyesty
Will soon recover his acoustom'd health.

Qrey. In that you brook it ill it makes him worse.
Therefore, for (lod's sake, entertain good comfort,
And cheer his grace with quick and merry words.

Q. Elh. If he were dead, what would betide on
me?

Qrey. No other harm but loss of such a lord.

Q,EUz, The loss of such a lord includes all
harms.

Qreif, The Heavens have bless'd you with a
goodly son.
To be your comforter when he is gone.

Q, Eliz. Ah, he is youn^ ; and hiii minority
Is put unto the trust of Kichard Gloster,
A man that loves not me, nor none of you.

JUo, Is it concluded he shall be protector?

Q. EUz, It is determiird, not concluded yet:
But so it must be if the king miscarry.

Enter BacKiMOHAif and Stanley.

Qrey. Here come the Lords of Buckingham

and Stanley.
Buck Qood time of day unto your royal grace I
SUm, God make your majes^ joyful as you

have been!
Q» Elu, The Countess Richmond, good my
Lord of Stanley,
To your good prayer will scarcely say amen.
Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding she'^ your wife,
And love's not me, be you, good lord, assured
I hate not vou for her proud arrogance.

Stan. I 00 beseech you, either not believe
The envious slanders of her false accusers ;
Or, if she be aocus'd on true report.
Bear with her weakness, which, I think, proceeds
From wayward sickness, and no grounded malice.
Q, EUz. Saw you the king to^y, my Lord of

Stanley?
Stan. But now^ the Duke of Buckingham and I
Are come from visiting his majesty.
Q, EUz. What likelihood of ms amendment,

lords?
Buck, Madam, good hope; his grace speaks

cheerfully.
Q, EUz. God grant him health! did you confer

with him?
Buck. Ay, madam: he desires to make atone-
ment
Between the Dnke of Gloster and your brothers,
And between them and my lord chamberlain ;
And sent to warn them to his royal presence.
Q. EUz. 'Would aU were welll— but that will
never be.
I fear our happmess is at the height

Enter Glostir, HAsriNas, and Dobsbt.
Olo, They do me wrong and I will not endure itt
Who are ther that oompljuu onto the king,



RICHARD in. 889

Tliat I, forsooth, am stem and love them not ?
Bv holy Paul, they love hb grace but lightly
That fill his ears with such dissentious rumours.
Because I cannot flatter, and look fair,
Smile in men's &ces, smooth, deceive, and eog.
Duck with French nods and apish courtesy,
I must be held a rancorous enemy.
Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm,
But thus his simple truth must be abus'd
By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks ?

Qrey. To whom in all this presence speaks your
grace?

Olo. To thee, that hast nor honesty nor grace.
When have I injur'd thee? when done thee

wrong? —
Or thee?— or thee? — or any of your faction?
A plague upon you all I His royal grace, —
Whom Gtoa preserve better than you would

wish I —
Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing-while,
But you must trouble him with lewd complaints.

Q. Eliz. Brother of Gloster, you mistake the
matter :
The king, of his own royal disposition,
And not provok'd by any suitor else;
Aiming, belike, at your mterior hatred,
That in your outward action shows itself
Against my children, brothers, and myself.
Makes him to send ; that thereby he may gather
The ground of your ill-will, and so remove it.

Olo. I cannot tell: — The world is grown so bad
That wrens make prey where eagles dai e not perch :
Since every Jack became a gentleman.
There's many a gentle pers >n made a Jack.

Q. EUz. Come, come, we know your meaning
brother Gloster ;
You envy my advancement, and my ft-iends' ;
God grant we never may have neea of you I

Olo, Meantime, God grants that we have need
of you :
Our brother is imprison'd by your means,
Myself disgrac'd, and the nobility
Held in contempt ; while great promotions '
Are daily given, to ennoble those
That scarce, some two days smce, were worth a
noble.

Q. EUz. By Him that rais'd me to this carefu)
height
From that contented hap which I enjoy'd,
I never did incense his majesty
Against the Duke of Clarence, but have been
An earnest advocate to plead for him.
My lord, you do me shameful injury
Falsely to draw me in these vile suspects.

Olo. Ton may deny that you were not the mean
Of my Lord Hastings* late imprisonment.

Bw* She may, my lord ; for^—

CRo. She may. Lord Rivers ? — why, who knows
not so?
She may do more, sur, than denying that :
She may help you to many fair preferments;
And then deny her aiding hand therein.
And lay those honours on your high desert.
What may she not ? She may,— ay, marry, may
she, —

Bio. What, marry, may she ?

Olo. What, marry, may she ? marry with a king,
A bachelor, and a handsome stripling too ;
I wis your grandam had a worser match,

Q. EUz. My Lord of Gloster, I have fo long
borne
Tour blunt upbraidings and your bitter scofi*
By Heaven, 1 will acquaint his majesty

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Of those gross taunts that oft I have endur'd.
I had rather be a coantrv servant-maid
Than a great queen, with this condition,
To be so Imiied. soom'd, and stormed at:
4mall joj have I in being England's queen.

EnUr Queen MAROARETf behind.

Q. Mar, And Ipssen'd be that small, God, I
beseech him 1
rhj honour, state, and seat is due to me.

Ulo. What? threat joa me with telling of the
king?
Tell him, and spare not : look, what I have said
£ will avouch in presence of the king:
I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower.
Tis time to speak, my pains are quite forgot.

Q, Mar. Out, devil I 1 do remember them too
well:
Tbon kiird^t my husband Hennr in the Tower.
And Edward, my poor son, at Tewskbury.

Qlo, Ere yon were queen, ay, or your husband
king,
1 was a packhorse in his great affairs;
A weeder-out of hb proud adversaries,
A liberal re warder or his friends
To royalize his blood I spilt mine own.

Q. Mar. Ay^ and much better blood than his
or thine.

Qlo, In all which time, yon, and your husband
Grey,
Were fiiictious for the honse of Lancaster ;—
And, Ki vers, so were yon :— Was not your husband
In MargarBt's battle at Saint Alban's slain?
Let me p it in your minds, if you forget,
What YOU have been, ere this, and what yon are;
Witlial, what 1 have been, and what I am.

Q, Mar, A murtherous villain, and so still thon
art.

QUk Poor Clarence did forsake his &ther War-
wick,
Aj, and forswore himself,— which Jesa pardon I

Ol Alar. Which God revenge!

Ulo, To fight on Edward's pnrt^, for the crown ;
And, for his meed, poor lord, he is mew'd up :
I would to God my heart were flint like Edward's,
Or Edward's soft and pitiful like mine ; I am too
Childish-foolish for tlus world.

Q, Mar, Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave
this world,
Thon cacodaemon ! there thy kingdom is.

Rio. My Lord of Gloster, in tho:*e busy days.
Which here you urge to prove us enemies,
We follow'd then our lord, our sovereign king ;
Bo should we yon, if you should be our king.

Qlo. If 1 should be? — I had rather be a pedlar ;
Far be it from my heart, the thought thereof!

Q. EUz. As little joy, my lord, as you suppose
Ton should enjoy, were you this country's king;
Ab little joy you may suppose in me
That I enjoy, being the queen thereof.

Q. Mar, A little joy enjoys the queen thereof;
For 1 am she, and altogether joyless.
I can no longer hold me patient.— {Advancing,
Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that tall out
In sharing tliat which you have pill'd from me:
Which of you trembles not that looks on mc ?
If not, that I being queen you bow like subjects.
Yet that by you depos'd you quake like rebels ?—
Ahjgentle villain, do not turn away !

Wo, Foul wrinkled witch, what niak*st thou in
my sight ?

Q, Mar, But repetition of what thon hast nuuT*d.
^^at wUl 1 make, before Ilet thee go.



KING RICHARD IIL



Qlo. Wert thon not banished on pain of death f

Q. Mar. I was; hot I do find more pain in
banishment
Than death can yield me here by my abode.
A husband, and a son, thou ow'st to me,'
And thou, a kingdom ;— all of you, allegiances
This sorrow that I have, by right is yours;
And all the pleasures you usui-p are mine.

Qlo. The curse my noble father laid on thee^
When thou didst crown Ma warlike b*x>w8 Mrith

paper,
And with thy scorns drew*st rivers from hia eyesi
And then, to dry them, gavVt the duke a clout,
Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland;^
His curses, then from bitterness of soul
Denounced against thee, are all fallen upon thee;
And God, not we, liath plagued thy bloody deed ;

QEBt, So just b God, to right the innocent.

Hast. O, twas the foulest deed to slav that baboi
And the most merciless that e'er was heard of.

Riv, Tyrants themselves wept when it was
reported.

Dor, No man but prophesied revenge for it.

Buck, Northumberland, then present, wept to
see it.

Q. Mar. What I were yon snarling all, before I
came,
Ready to catch each other by the throat.
And turn you all your hatred now on me?
Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven
That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death
Their kingtiom's loss, my woeful banishment
Should all but answer fur that peevish brat?
Can curses pierce the clouds, and enter heaven ?-
Why, then give way, dull clouds, to my quick

curses I
Though not by war, by surfeit die your king.
As ours by murther, to make him a king!
Edward, thy son, that now is Prince of Wales,
For Edward, our son, that was Prince of Wales,
Die in his youth by like untimely violence I
Thyself a queen, for me that was a oueen.
Outlive thy glory, like my wretched self I
Long maystthou live, to wail thy children's death,
And see another, as I see thee now,
Deck'd in thy rights, as thou art stalPd in mine !
Long die thy happy days beFore thy death ;
And, after many lengthen'd hours of grief.
Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen;
Rivers, and Dorset, you were standers by, —
And so wast thon. Lord Hastings,— when my sou
Was stabb'd with bloody daggers: God, I pray

him,
That none of you may live your natural age,
But by some unlook'd accident cut off!

Qh, Have done thy charm, thou hateful withered
hag.

Q, Mar. And leave ont thee? stay, dog, for thou
shalt hear me.
If Heaven have any grievous plague in store.
Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee,
0, let them keep it, till thjr sins be ripe,
And then hurl oown their indignation
On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace t
The worm of conscience will be-gnaw thy soul I
Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou livVt,
And take deep traitors for thy dearest triendsl
No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine,
Unless It be while some tormentine; dream
Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils!
Thou elvish-mark 'd, abortive, rooting hog!
Thou that was seal'd in thy nativity
The slave of nature, and the son othtS^ ! j

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ThoQ simnder of thy heavy mother^ womb I
Thoa loathed iuue o( thy father's loins I
ThoQ rag of honour 1 thou detested

CRo- Margaret.

a Mar. Richard I

QUk Ha?

a Mar. I call thee not.

Qlo, I cry theo mercy, then ; for I did think
That thou hadst call'd me all these bitter names.

Q. Mar, Why, so I did ; hot luok'd for no re^ly.
Of let me make the period to my corse.

Qlo, Tis done by me; and ends in^Margaret

Q, EU*. Thos have ;^oa breath'd yoor curse
against yoorselt.
Mar, Poor painted queen, Tain floorish of
my fortune.
Why strew *st thou sug^ on that bottled spider,
Whose deadly web ensnaretb thee about?
Fool, fool 1 thou whett'st a knife to kill thyself.
The day will come that thou shalt wish for me
To help thee curse this poisonous bunch-back*d
toad.

HomL False-boding woman, end thy frantic
curse,
Leat to thy harm thoa move our patience.

Q, Mar, Foul shame upon you, yon have all
mov'd mine.

Bio, Were you well served, yon would be taught
yoor duty.

Q, Mar, To serve me well, you all should do
me duty.
Teach me to be vour queen, and you my subjects ;
0, serve me well, and teach yourselves that duty.

Dor, Dispute not with her, she is lunatic

Q. Mar. Peace, master marquis, you are mala-
pert:
Your fireHMW stamp of honour is scarce current :
0, that your young nobilitv could judge
What *twere to lose it, and be miserable!
They that stand high have many blasts to shake

them;
And if they Call they dash themselves to pieces.

Qlo, Qood ^ounsisl, marry ; learn it, learn it,
marquis.

Dor, It touches you, my lord, as much as me.

Glo. Ay, and much more : But I was bom so
high,
Our aiery buildeth in the cedar's top,
And dallies with the wind, and scorns the sun.

Q, Mar, And turns the sun to shade;— alas!
alas!
Witness my son, now in the shade of death ;
Whose bright out-shining beams thy cloudy wrath
Hath in eternal darkness folded up.
Tour aiery buildeth in our aiery 's neat;
God, that seest it, do not sutler it;
Aa It was won with blood, lost be it so I

Buek. Peace, peace, for shame, if not for charity.

Q. Mar, Urge neither charity nor shame to me;
Uncharitably with me have you dealt,
And shamefully my hopes by you are butoherX
My charity is outrage, life my shame, —
And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage!

BttcL Have done, have done.

Q, Mar, O princely BucLingham, IH Uis thy
hand,
In sign of league and amity with thee :
Now &ir befall thee and thy noble house I
Thy garments are not spotted with our blood,
Nor uiou within the compass of my curse.

Buck Nor no one here ; for corses never paia
The lips of those that breathe them in the sir.

Q,Mar. I will not thmk but they ascend the akr.



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Aud there awake God's gentle-sleqwiff peace.

Buckingliam, take heed of yonder dog;
Ijuok, when he fawns he bites ; and, when he biie^
His venom tooth will rankle to the death:
Have not to do with him, beware of him ;

Sin, death, and hull have set their marks on him ;
And all their ministers attend on him.

Qlo, Wliat doth she say, my Lord of Bucking-
ham?
Buck, Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.
Q. Mar, W hat, dost thou scorn me for my gentle
counsel.
And soothe the devil that I warn thee from?
0, but remember this another day,
When he sliall split thy very heart with sorrow ;
Aud say, poor Margaret was a prophetess.
Live each of you the subjects to lus hate.
And he to yours, and all of you to God's!

[EbbU.
Bast, My hair doth stand on end to hear her

curses.
Bw, And so doth mine ; I muse why ahe's at

liberty.
Qlo. I cannot blame her, by God's holy mother ;
She hath had too much wrong, and I repent
My part thereof, that i have done to her.

Q. EUz, i never did her any, to my knowledge.
Oh. Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong.

1 was too hot to do somebody good.
That b too cold in thinking of it now.
Marry^ as for Clarence, he is well repaid.
He is trank'd up to fatting for his pains ;
God pardon them that are the cause thereof!

Bic, A virtuous and a christianlike conclusion.
To pray for them that have done scath to us.
Ob,



[Aside.



So do I ever, being well advis'd :—
For had I cura'd now, I haid cura'd myseUl

Enter Catesby

Cotes, Madam, his majesty doth call for yon, —
And for your grace,— and you, my noble lord.

Q, Eh*, Catesbv, I come: — Lords, will you go
with me ?

Bio. We wait upon your grace.

[EoBeunt attbut QhOB,

Qlo, I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl.
The secret mischiefs that I set abroach
I lay unto the grievous charge of others.
CUrence,— whom I, indeed, have cast in dark-
ness, —
I do beweep to many simple gulls ;
Namely, to Stanley, Hastings, Buckingham;
And tell them, 'tis the queen and her alliea
That stir the king against the duke my brother.
Now they believe it; and withal whet me
To be reven^'d on Rivers, Dorset, Grey :
But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture,
Tell them, that God bids us do good for evil :
And thus 1 clothe my naked vUlainy
With odd old ends, stolen forth of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I pUty the deviL

Enlter two Murderers.

But soft, here come my executioners.
How now, my hardy, stout, resolved mates?
Are you now going to despatch this thing ?
1 Mwrd. We are, my lord; and come to have
the warrant.
That we may be admitted where he is.

Qlo, Well thought upon, I have it here about
me : {Oives the warraiU,

When Tou have done, repair to/CfOabpiilM^
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But, sirs, be sadden in the exeoatlon,
Witlial obdorate, do not hear him plead ;
For Clarence is well spoken, and, perhaps,
liaj more joor hearts to pity, if jou mark him.

1 Mwrd. Tut, tut, mj lord, we will not stand to

prate;
Talkers are no good doers ; be assor'd
Wego to use our hands, and not oar tongaes.
Gu). Your eyes drop milbtones, when fools*

eyes fall tears ;
I like you, lads; — about your business straight ;
Qo, go, despatch.

2 Mwrd, We will, my noble lord.

[ExeunU

SCENE lY.'-The tame. A Boom in the Tower.
JSkUer Clarbngb and Bbakenbubt.

Brah Why looks your grace so heavily to-day?

Clar. O, I have pass'd a miserable night,
So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights.
That, as I am a chtistian faithful man,
I would not spend another such a night,
ThouRh*t were to buy a world of happy days;
So fuU of dismal terror was the time.

Brak, What was your dream, my lord ? I pray
you, tell me.

OZor. Hetbought I had broken from the Tower
And was embark 'd to cross to Burgundy ;
And in my company my brother Qloster:
Who from my cabin tempted me to walk
Upon the hatches; there we look'd toward

England,
AJid cited up a thousand heary times.
During the wars of York and Lancaster
That mid befalPn us. As we pac'd along
Upon the giddy footing of the tiatohes,
Methought that Gloster stumbled : and, in fiUling,
Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard,
Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Lord! methought what pain it was to drown I
What dreadful noise of water in mine ears I
What sights of ugly death within mine eyes I
Methought I saw a thousand fearful wracks;
A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon;
Wed^ of gold, great anchors^ heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
All scattered in the bottom of the sea.
Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes
Where eyes did once inhabit there were crept.
As iwere in soom of eyes, reflecting gems.
That woo*d the slimy bottom of the deep,
And mock'd the dead bones that lay scattered by.

Brak, Had you such leisure in the time of death
To gaze upon these secrets of the deep ?

Clar, Methought I had; and often did I strive
To yield the ghost : but still the envious flood
Stopt in my soul, and would not let it forth
To find the empty, vast, and wandVing air;
But smothered it within my panting biUk,
Which almost burst to belch it in the sea.

Brak, Awak'd you not in this sore agony ?

Olar, No, no, my dream was lengthen'd after
life;
O, then began the tempest to my soul !
Ipass*d, metliought, the melancholy flood
With that sour ferryman which poets write of,
Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.
The first that there dia greet my stranger soul
Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ;
Who spake aloud, — * What scourge for perjury
Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ?
And so he VAnish'd : Then came wandering by



A shadow like an angel, with bright haL
Dabbled in blood ; and he shriek^ out aloud,—
^ Clarence is come,— false, fleeting, peijor)!

Clarence,—
That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury ;—
Seize on him, furies, take him unto torment!** —
With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends
Environ 'd me, and nowled m mine ears
Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise
I trembling wak'd^ and, for a season after,
Could not believe but that I was in hell ;
Such terrible impression made mj dream.

Brak. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted yon ;
I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it.

Clar, O, Brakenbury, I have done these things,-
That now give evidence against my soul, —
For Edward's sake ; and see how be requites me \

God, if my deep prayers cannot appease thee.
But thou wilt be revenged on my misdeeds,
Yet execute thy wrath on me alone:

O. spare my gtdltless wife and my poor children I

1 pray thee, gentle keeper, stay by me ;
My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.

Brak. 1 will, my lord: God give your grace
good rest I— [CuiR, retirea

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours,—
Makes the night morning, and the noontide night
Princes have but their titles for their glories.
An outward honour for an inward toil ;
And, for nnfelt imaginations.
They often feel a world of restless cares :
So that, between their titles, and low name,
There^ nothing diffiars but the outward fame.

Enter the two Murderers.

1 Murd, Hoi who^shere?
Brak, What wouldst thou, fallow? and how
cam*st thou hither ?

1 Mwrd, I would speak with Clarence, and I
came hither on my legs.

Brak, What so brief ?

2 Mw, Tis better, sir, than to be tedious:— let
him see our commission, and talk Ao more.

[A paper is delitxred to Brak., iMo reads %t.
Brak, lam, 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.
There lies the duke asleep,— and there, the keys.
1*11 to the king; and signify to him
That thus I have resiga'd to you my char^

1 Murd, You may, sir; 'tis a point of wisdom:
Fare you well. [Exit Brak.

2 Murd What, shall we stab him as he sleeps?

1 Murd, No; hell say twas done cowardly,
when he wakes.

2 Murd, Why, he shall never wake until the
great judgment-day.

1 Murd, Why, then hell say we stabbed him



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