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