First Murderer
ʼTis even now at my elbow, persuading me not to kill the duke.
Second Murderer
Take the devil in thy mind, and believe him not. He would insinuate with thee but to make thee sigh.
First Murderer
I am strong framed, he cannot prevail with me.
Second Murderer
Spoke like a tall man that respects thy reputation. Come, shall we fall to work?
First Murderer
Take him over the costard with the hilts of thy sword, and then throw him in the malmsey butt in the next room.
Second Murderer
Oh, excellent devise. And make a sop of him.
First Murderer
Soft, he wakes.
Second Murderer
Strike!
First Murderer
No, we’ll 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?
Second Murderer
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.
Clarence
I shall be reconciled to him again.
Second Murderer
Never, my lord. Therefore prepare to die.
Clarence
Are you drawn forth among a world of men
To slay the innocent? What is my offence?
Where are the evidence that doth accuse me?
What lawful quest have given their verdict up
Unto the frowning judge? Or who pronounced
The bitter sentence of poor Clarence’ death
Before I be convict by course of law?
To threaten me with death is most unlawful.
I charge you, as you hope for any goodness,
By Christ’s dear blood shed for our grievous sins,
That you depart and lay no hands on me.
The deed you undertake is damnable.
First Murderer
What we will do, we do upon command.
Second Murderer
And he that hath commanded is our king.
Clarence
Erroneous vassals! The great King of kings
Hath in the table of his law commanded
That thou shalt do no murder. Will you then
Spurn at his edict and fulfil a man’s?
Take heed, for he holds vengeance in his hand
To hurl upon their heads that break his law.
Second Murderer
And that same vengeance doth he hurl on thee
For false forswearing and for murder, too.
Thou didst receive the holy sacrament to fight
In quarrel of the house of Lancaster.
First Murderer
And, like a traitor to the name of God,
Didst break that vow, and with thy treacherous blade
Unripped’st the bowels of thy sovereign’s son.
Second Murderer
Whom thou wert sworn to cherish and defend.
First Murderer
How canst thou urge God’s dreadful law to us
When thou hast broke it in such dear degree?
Clarence
Alas! For whose sake did I that ill deed?
For Edward, for my brother, for his sake.
He sends you not to murder me for this,
For in that sin he is as deep as I.
If God will be avengèd for the deed,
Oh, know you yet, he doth it publicly.
Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm.
He needs no indirect nor lawless course
To cut off those that have offended him.
First Murderer
Who made thee, then, a bloody minister
When gallant-springing brave Plantagenet,
That princely novice, was struck dead by thee?
Clarence
My brother’s love, the devil, and my rage.
First Murderer
Thy brother’s love, our duty, and thy faults
Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.
Clarence
If you do love my brother, hate not me.
I am his brother, and I love him well.
If you be hired for meed, go back again,
And I will send you to my brother Gloucester,
Who shall reward you better for my life
Than Edward will for tidings of my death.
Second Murderer
You are deceived. Your brother Gloucester hates you.
Clarence
Oh, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear.
Go you to him from me.
First Murderer
Ay, so we will.
Clarence
Tell him, when that our princely father York
Blessed his three sons with his victorious arm,
He little thought of this divided friendship.
Bid Gloucester think of this, and he will weep.
First Murderer
Ay, millstones, as he lessoned us to weep.
Clarence
Oh, do not slander him, for he is kind.
First Murderer
Right, as snow in harvest.
Come, you deceive yourself,
ʼTis he that sent us to destroy you here.