Page 1135 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

But soft, here come my executioners.
How now, my hardy, stout, resolved mates; [340]
Are you now going to dispatch this thing?

I MURDERER

We are, my lord, and come to have the warrant,
That we may be admitted where he is.

RICHARD

Well thought upon; I have it here about me.
When you have done, repair to Crosby Place - [345]
But sirs, be sudden in the execution,
Withal obdurate: do not hear him plead;
For Clarence is well-spoken, and perhaps
May move your hearts to pity, if you mark him.

II MURDERER

Tut, tut, my lord: we will not stand to prate. [350]
Talkers are no good doers; be assur’d
We go to use our hands, and not our tongues.

RICHARD

Your eyes drop millstones, when fools’ eyes fall tears.
I like you, lads: about your business straight.
Go, go, dispatch.

BOT H

We will, my noble lord. [355]

Exeunt.

Scene IV IT

Enter Clarence and Keeper.

KEEPER

Why looks your Grace so heavily today?

CLARENCE

O, I have pass’d a miserable night,