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I MURDERER

Why so he doth, when he delivers you
From this earth’s thraldom to the joys of Heaven.

II MURDERER

Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord.

CLARENCE

Have you that holy feeling in your souls [240]
To counsel me to make my peace with God,
And are you yet to your own souls so blind
That you will war with God by murd’ring me?
O sirs, consider: they that set you on
To do this deed will hate you for the deed. [245]

II MURDERER

What shall we do?

CLARENCE

Relent, and save your souls.

I MURDERER

Relent? No, ’tis cowardly and womanish.

CLARENCE

Not to relent is beastly, savage, devilish.
Which of you - if you were a prince’s son,
Being pent from liberty as I am now - [250]
If two such murderers as yourselves came to you,
Would not entreat for life? Ay, you would beg,
Were you in my distress.
[To II Murderer]
My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks:
O, if thine eye be not a flatterer, [255]
Come thou on my side, and entreat for me;
A begging prince, what beggar pities not?

II MURDERER

Look behind you, my lord!