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Brak. Awak'd you not with this sore agony?
0, then began the tempest' to my soul !
Brak. No marvel, lord, though it affrighted you; I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it.
Clar. O, Brakenbury, I have done these things, That now give evidence against my soul,For Edward's sake; and, see, how he requites me;O God ! if my deep prayers cannot appease thee,
But thou wilt be aveng'd on my misdeeds,
rest!- [Clar, reposes himself on a chair.
Enter the two Murderers. 1 Murd. Ho! who's here? Brak. What would'st thou, fellow ? and how cam'st
thou hither? 1 Murd. I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs.
Brak. What, so brief? 2 Murd. O, sir, 'tis better to be brief, than te
dious : Let him see our commission; talk no more.
[A paper is delivered to Brakenbury, who reads it. Brak. I am, in this, commanded to deliver The noble duke of Clarence to your hands :
I will not reason what is meant hereby,
1 Murd. You may, sir; 'tis a point of wisdom : Fare you well.
[Erit Brak. 2 Murd. What, shall we stab him as he sleeps ?
1 Murd. No; he'll say, 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes,
2 Murd. When he wakes ! why, fool, he shall never wake until the great judgement day.
1 Murd. Why, then he'll say, we stabb’d him sleeping.
2 Murd. The urging of that word, judgement, hath bred a kind of remorse in me.
1 Murd. What? art thou afraid ?
2 Murd. Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be damn'd for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend me.
1 Murd. I thought thou had'st been resolute. 2 Murd. So I am, to let him live. i Murd. I'll back to the duke of Gloster, and tell
2 Murd. Nay, I pr'ythee, stay a little : I hope, this holy humour of mine will change ; it was wont to hold me but while one would tell twenty.
1 Murd. How dost thou feel thyself now?
2 Murd. 'Faith, some certain dregs of conscience are yet within me.