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Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616

"Shakespeare's First Folio"


Enter.
1 You may sir, 'tis a point of wisedome:
Far you well
2 What, shall we stab him as he sleepes
1 No: hee'l say 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes
2 Why he shall neuer wake, vntill the great Iudgement
day
1 Why then hee'l say, we stab'd him sleeping
2 The vrging of that word Iudgement, hath bred a
kinde of remorse in me
1 What? art thou affraid?
2 Not to kill him, hauing a Warrant,
But to be damn'd for killing him, from the which
No Warrant can defend me
1 I thought thou had'st bin resolute
2 So I am, to let him liue
1 Ile backe to the Duke of Glouster, and tell him so
2 Nay, I prythee stay a little:
I hope this passionate humor of mine, will change,
It was wont to hold me but while one tels twenty
1 How do'st thou feele thy selfe now?
2 Some certaine dregges of conscience are yet within
mee
1 Remember our Reward, when the deed's done
2 Come, he dies: I had forgot the Reward
1 Where's thy conscience now
2 O, in the Duke of Glousters purse
1 When hee opens his purse to giue vs our Reward,
thy Conscience flyes out
2 'Tis no matter, let it goe: There's few or none will
entertaine it
1 What if it come to thee againe?
2 Ile not meddle with it, it makes a man a Coward:
A man cannot steale, but it accuseth him: A man cannot
Sweare, but it Checkes him: A man cannot lye with his
Neighbours Wife, but it detects him.


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