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