I would he knew that I had saved his brother!
Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say;
For I repent me that the duke is slain.

A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch'd!
How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands
Of this most grievous guilty murder done!

Look behind you, my lord.

What shall we do?

Why, so he doth, now he delivers thee
From this world's thraldom to the joys of heaven.

You are deceived, your brother Gloucester hates you.

Whom thou wert sworn to cherish and defend.

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.

And he that hath commanded is the king.

Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die.

My voice is now the king's, my looks mine own.

Nor you, as we are, loyal.

A man, as you are.

No, first let's reason with him.

O excellent devise! make a sop of him.

Spoke like a tail fellow that respects his
reputation. Come, shall we to this gear?

Take the devil in thy mind, and relieve him not: he
would insinuate with thee but to make thee sigh.

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 ...

Let it go; there's few or none will entertain it.

In the Duke of Gloucester's purse.

'Zounds, he dies: I had forgot the reward.

'Faith, some certain dregs of conscience are yet
within me.

I pray thee, stay a while: I hope my holy humour
will change; 'twas wont to hold me but while one
would tell twenty.

So I am, to let him live.

Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be
damned for killing him, from which no warrant can defend us.

The urging of that word 'judgment' hath bred a kind
of remorse in me.

When he wakes! why, fool, he shall never wake till
the judgment-day.

What, shall we stab him as he sleeps?

O sir, it is better to be brief than tedious. Show
him our commission; talk no more.