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Richard III

Act I, Scene 4

London. The Tower.
 
[Enter CLARENCE and BRAKENBURY]
 
BRAKENBURY
            ,            ,         ,     ,      ,
      Why looks | your grace | so hea|vily | today.
 
CLARENCE
      ,              ,        ,    ,       ,
      O, I | have passed | a mi|sera|ble night,
           ,         ,         ,         ,       ,
      So full | of fear|ful dreams,| of ug|ly sights,
            ,      ,       ,          ,        ,
      That as | I am | a Chris|tian faith|ful man,
          ,           ,       ,        ,        ,
5     I would | not spend | ano|ther such | a night
                ,         ,        ,         ,       ,
      Though 'twere | to buy | a world | of hap|py days:
           ,        ,       ,       ,          ,
      So full | of dis|mal ter|ror was | the time.
 
BRAKENBURY
        ,     2         ,          ,         ,          ,
      What was your | dream my | Lord, I | pray you | tell me.
 
CLARENCE
            ,           ,        ,        ,          x
      Methoughts | that I | had bro|ken from | the Tower,
           ,         ,          ,         ,      ,
10    And was | embarked | to cross | to Bur|gundy,
       ,    2      ,     ,        ,           ,
      And in my | compa|ny, my | brother | Gloucester;
       ,      2      ,        ,        ,        ,
      Who from my | cabin,| tempted | me to | walk,
      <-     ,          ,         ,           ,             ,
         U||pon the | hatches:| there we | looked toward | England,
           ,      ,       ,        ,       ,
      And ci|ted up | a thou|sand hea|vy times,
       ,             ,         ,         ,      ,
15    During | the wars | of York | and Lan|caster
            ,       ,     2     ,        ,        ,
      That had | befal|len us. As | we paced | along
        ,         ,       ,     3  3     ,        o
      Upon | the gid|dy foot|ing of the hat|ches,
           ,              ,          ,         ,        ,       ->
      Methought | that Glouce|ster stum|bled, and | in fal||ling
        ,        2         ,           ,         ,      ,
      Struck | me (that thought | to stay | him) o|verboard,
       ,          ,         ,        ,         ,
20    Into | the tum|bling bil|lows of | the main.
          ,         ,             ,        ,         ,
      O Lord,| methought | what pain | it was | to drown,
             ,         ,         ,      ,          ,
      What dread|ful noise | of wa|ter in | mine^ears,
              ,         ,      ,         ,           ,
      What sights | of ug|ly death | within | mine^eyes.
            ,         ,        ,         ,         ,
      Methoughts,| I saw | a thou|sand fear|ful wracks:
          ,        ,           ,        ,       ,
25    A thou|sand men | that fish|es gnawed | upon:
       ,    2       T     T    T          ,          ,
      Wedges of | gold, great an|chors, heaps | of pearl,
         ,    ,        ,        ,        x
      Ines|tima|ble stones,| unval|ued jewels,
            ,         ,        ,       ,        ,
      All scat|tered in | the bot|tom of | the sea,
        ,     2       T    T      T          ,         ,
      Some lay in | dead men's skulls,| and in | the holes
              ,          ,       ,        ,            ,
30    Where eyes | did once | inha|bit, there | were crept
             ,          ,          ,        ,         ,
      (As 'twere | in scorn | of eyes)| reflec|ting gems,
             ,          ,      ,       ,         ,
      That wooed | the sli|my bot|tom of | the deep,
             ,           ,      ,                ,         ,
      And mocked | the dead | bones that | lay scat|tered by.
 
BRAKENBURY
       ,              ,        ,         ,         ,
      Had you | such lei|sure in | the time | of death
           ,      ,         ,        ,         ,
35    To gaze | upon | the se|crets of | the deep?
 
CLARENCE
           ,         ,         ,      ,         ,
      Methought | I had,| and of|ten did | I strive
           ,           ,           ,          ,   2     ,
      To yield | the ghost:| but still | the en|vious flood
         ,              ,          ,          ,         ,
      Stopped in | my soul,| and would | not let | it forth
           ,         ,        ,         ,    2     ,
      To find | the emp|ty, vast,| and wan|dering air;
           ,          ,       ,        ,         ,
40    But smo|thered it | within | my pan|ting bulk,
           ,        ,          ,         ,        ,
      Who al|most burst,| to belch | it in | the sea.
 
BRAKENBURY
         ,          ,                ,  ,    ,
      Awaked | you not | in this / sore a|gony?
 
CLARENCE
          ,        ,           ,          ,       ,
      No no,| my dream | was leng|thened af|ter life.
           ,       ,         ,        ,        ,
      Oh then,| began | the tem|pest to | my soul,
           ,          ,           ,     ,       ,
45    I passed |(methought)| the mel|ancho|ly flood,
          2       ,     ,     ,           ,        ,
      With that sour | ferry|man which | poets | write of,
       ,           ,       ,       ,   2    ,
      Unto | the king|dom of | perpe|tual night.
            ,            ,           ,          ,         ,
      The first | that there | did greet | my stran|ger soul,
                 ,    ,     2    ,         ,      ,
      Was my / great fa|ther-in-law,| renowned | Warwick;
            ,        ,            ,           ,     ,
50    Who spake | aloud:| what scourge | for per|jury,
         2       ,     ,             ,    ,      ,
      Can this dark | monar|chy af/ford false | Clarence?
           ,       ,           ,          ,    2     ,
      And so | he va|nished. Then | came wan|dering by,
         ,        ,        ,                ,     ,
      A sha|dow like | an an|gel, with / bright hair
       ,             ,                  ,     ,       ,
      Dabbled | in blood;| and he / shrieked out | aloud,
       ,      2       T     T      T         ,         ,         ->
55    Clarence is | come, false, flee|ting, per|jured Cla||rence,
                ,     ,     2      ,          ,    ,
      That / stabbed me | in the field | by Tewks|bury:
        ,     2       ,         ,         ,      ,
      Seize on him | Furies,| take him | unto | torment.
             ,         ,         ,             ,     ,
      With that |(methought)| a le|gion of / foul fiends
         ,        ,          ,      T   T    T
      Envi|roned me,| and howled | in mine ears
            ,   2     ,            ,         ,      ,
60    Such hi|deous cries,| that with | the ve|ry noise
          ,          ,      ,     2     ,        ,
      I trem|bling waked,| and for a | season | after
             ,        ,           ,       ,         ,
      Could not | believe | but that | I was | in hell,
            ,     ,        ,         ,          ,
      Such ter|rible | impres|sion made | the dream.
 
BRAKENBURY
          ,        ,       ,            ,        ,
      No mar|vel lord,| though it | affrigh|ted you,
         ,       ,         ,          ,            x
65    I am | afraid |(methinks)| to hear | you tell it.
 
CLARENCE
          ,        ,       ,          ,             ,
      Ah kee|per, kee|per, I | have done | these things
             ,         ,     ,         ,          ,
      (That now | give e|vidence | against | my soul)
           ,          ,         ,     ,    2      ,
      For Ed|ward's sake,| and see | how he re|quites me.
         ,              ,     x       ,    2     ,
      O God!| if my / deep prayers | cannot ap|pease thee,
            ,          ,       ,         ,        ,
70    But thou | wilt be | avenged | on my | misdeeds,
           ,    ,          ,         ,      ,
      Yet^ex|ecute | thy wrath | in me | alone,
          ,          ,          ,       2     ,      ,
      O spare | my guilt|less wife,| and my poor | children.
       ,          ,        ,        ,      ,
      Keeper,| I pri|thee sit | by me | awhile,
           ,        ,       ,        ,            ,
      My soul | is hea|vy, and | I fain | would sleep.
 
BRAKENBURY
          ,         ,          ,           ,            ,
75    I will | my lord,| God give | your grace | good^rest.
       ,          ,    ,                 ,        ,
      Sorrow | breaks sea/sons, and | repo|sing hours,
        T    .    T    T                     ,    ,    ,
      Makes the night mor|ning, and the // noon-tide night:
       ,     2        ,           ,        ,           ,
      Princes have | but their | titles | for their | glories,
          ,        ,       ,        ,        ,
      An out|ward ho|nor, for | an in|ward toil,
           ,     T  T  . T    ,        o
80    And for | unfelt ima|gina|tions,
            ,       ,        ,          ,         ,
      They of|ten feel | a world | of rest|less cares:
           ,        ,            ,              ,    ,
      So that | between | their ti|tles, and / low name,
               ,        ,         ,         ,         ,
      There's^no|thing dif|fers, but | the out|ward fame.
 
[Enter the two Murderers]
 
FIRST MURDERER
Ho, who's here?
 
BRAKENBURY
What wouldst thou fellow? And how camst thou hither?
 
FIRST MURDERER
I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs.
 
BRAKENBURY
What so brief?
 
SECOND MURDERER
Tis better (sir) than to be tedious: Let him see our commission, and talk no more.
 
[BRAKENBURY reads it]
 
BRAKENBURY
         ,        ,        ,       ,      ,     2->
      I am | in this,| comman|ded to | deli||ver
           ,       ,        ,         ,          ,
85    The no|ble Duke | of Cla|rence to | your hands.
          ,         ,        ,         ,          ,
      I will | not rea|son what | is meant | hereby,
          ,     ,     2       ,          ,        ,
      Because | I will be | guiltless | of the | meaning.
        ,                ,       ,           ,           ,
      There lies | the Duke | asleep,| and there | the keys.
            ,         ,         ,     ,       ,
      I'll to | the king,| and sig|nify | to him,
             ,        ,         ,         ,          ,
90    That thus | I have | resigned | to you | my charge.
 
FIRST MURDERER
Do so, it is a point of wisdom: fare you well.
 
[Exit BRAKENBURY]
 
SECOND MURDERER
What, shall we stab him as he sleeps?
 
FIRST MURDERER
No; then he will say 'twas done cowardly, when he wakes.
 
SECOND MURDERER
When he wakes! why, fool, he shall never wake till the judgment-day.
 
FIRST MURDERER
Why, then he will say we stabbed him sleeping.
 
SECOND MURDERER
The urging of that word judgment, hath bred a kind of remorse in me.
 
FIRST MURDERER
What? Art thou afraid?
 
SECOND MURDERER
Not to kill him, having a warrant; but to be damned for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend us.
 
FIRST MURDERER
I thought thou hadst been resolute.
 
SECOND MURDERER
So I am, to let him live.
 
FIRST MURDERER
I'll back to the Duke of Gloucester, and tell him so.
 
SECOND MURDERER
Nay, I prithee stay a little: I hope this passionate humor of mine, will change, it was wont to hold me but while one would tell twenty.
 
FIRST MURDERER
How dost thou feel thyself now?
 
SECOND MURDERER
Some certain dregs of conscience are yet within me.
 
FIRST MURDERER
Remember our reward, when the deed's done.
 
SECOND MURDERER
Come, he dies: I had forgot the reward.
 
FIRST MURDERER
Where's thy conscience now?
 
SECOND MURDERER
O, in the Duke of Gloucester's purse.
 
FIRST MURDERER
So when he opens his purse to give us our reward, thy conscience flies out.
 
SECOND MURDERER
Tis no matter, let it go: there's few or none will entertain it.
 
FIRST MURDERER
What if it come to thee again?
 
SECOND MURDERER
I'll not meddle with it, it makes a man a coward: a man cannot steal, but it accuseth him; he cannot swear, but it checks him; a man cannot lie with his neighbor's wife, but it detects him. 'Tis a blushing shamefaced spirit, that mutinies in a man's bosom: it fills a man full of obstacles: it made me once restore a purse of gold that (by chance) I found: it beggars any man that keeps it: it is turned out of all towns and cities for a dangerous thing, and every man that means to live well, endeavours to trust to himself and to live without it.
 
FIRST MURDERER
Tis even now at my elbow, persuading me not to kill the duke.
 
SECOND MURDERER
Take the devil in thy mind, and believe him not: he would insinuate with thee but to make thee sigh.
 
FIRST MURDERER
I am strong-framed, he cannot prevail with me.
 
SECOND MURDERER
Spoke like a tail man, that respects thy reputation. Come, shall we fall to work?
 
FIRST MURDERER
Take him on the costard, with the hilts of thy sword, and then throw him into the malmsey-butt in the next room.
 
SECOND MURDERER
O excellent device; and make a sop of him.
 
FIRST MURDERER
Soft, he wakes.
 
SECOND MURDERER
Strike.
 
FIRST MURDERER
No, we'll reason with him.
 
CLARENCE
             ,          ,         ,      2   ,         ,
      Where art | thou kee|per? Give | me a cup | of wine.
 
SECOND MURDERER
       ,                 ,       ,          ,      ,
      You shall | have wine | enough | my lord | anon.
 
CLARENCE
           ,       ,           ,       2
      In God's | name, what | art thou?
 
SECOND MURDERER
                                             ,         ,
                                        A | man, as | you are.
 
CLARENCE
           ,       ,       ,      o
95    But not | as I | am roy|al.
 
SECOND MURDERER
           ,        ,         ,      o
      Nor you | as we | are, loy|al.     (tetrameter with prev)
 
CLARENCE
            ,          ,        ,          ,          ,      2->
      Thy voice | is thun|der, but | thy looks | are hum||ble.
 
SECOND MURDERER
           ,         ,           ,          ,           ,
      My voice | is now | the king's,| my looks | mine^own.
 
CLARENCE
            ,      ,          ,       ,           ,
      How dark|ly and | how dead|ly dost | thou speak?
             ,        ,       ,         ,          ,
100   Your eyes | do me|nace me:| why look | you pale?
            ,         ,         ,         ,         ,
      Who sent | you hi|ther? Where|fore do | you come?
 
BOTH
       T   T   T
      To, to, to--
 
CLARENCE
                       ,       ,
                   To mur|der me?
 
BOTH
                                        ,
                                  Aye, aye.
 
CLARENCE
             ,        ,           ,          ,        ,
      You scarce|ly have | the hearts | to tell | me so,
            ,         ,        ,           ,          x
105   And there|fore can|not have | the hearts | to do it.
            ,         ,           ,      ,       ,
      Wherein | my friends | have I | offen|ded you?
 
FIRST MURDERER
         ,       ,               ,    ,          ,
      Offen|ded us | you have / not, but | the king.
 
CLARENCE
          ,         ,      ,         ,       ,
      I shall | be re|conciled | to him | again.
 
SECOND MURDERER
       ,           ,           ,         ,        ,
      Never | my lord,| therefore | prepare | to die.
 
CLARENCE
                  ,     ,           ,        ,         ,
110   Are you / drawn forth | from out | a world | of men
           ,         ,     ,      ,    2         ,
      To slay | the in|nocent?| What is my | offense?
        ,      2      ,     ,           ,      ,
      Where are the | evi|dence that | do ac|cuse me?
            ,        ,            x            ,        ,
      What law|ful quest | have given | their ver|dict up
       ,           ,         ,         ,          ,
      Unto | the frow|ning judge?| Or who | pronounced
           ,       ,               ,   ,           ,
115   The bit|ter sen|tence of / poor Cla|rence' death,
          ,       ,        ,          ,         ,
      Before | I be | convict | by course | of law?
           ,        ,          ,          ,       ,       ->
      To threa|ten me | with death,| is most | unlaw||ful.
      ,      ,           2      ,         ,        ,       2->
      I | charge you,| as you hope | to have | redemp||tion
            ,         T    T     T       2      ,         ,
      By Christ's | dear blood shed | for our grie|vous sins,
            ,        ,         ,         ,         ,
120   That you | depart | and lay | no hands | on me
            ,         ,      ,        ,     ,
      The deed | you un|dertake | is dam|nable.
 
FIRST MURDERER
            ,         ,       ,     ,         ,
      What we | will do,| we do | upon | command.
 
SECOND MURDERER
           ,          ,        ,        ,         ,
      And he | that hath | comman|ded, is | our king.
 
CLARENCE
         ,   2    ,                ,     ,         ,
      Erro|neous vas|sals, the / great King | of kings
        ,    2       ,        ,        ,       ,
125   Hath in the | tables | of his | law com|manded
             ,           ,       ,         ,          ,
      That thou | shalt do | no mur|der. Will | you then
        ,            ,        ,         ,        ,
      Spurn at | his e|dict, and | fulfill | a man's?
             ,         ,          ,          ,         ,
      Take^heed:| for he | holds ven|geance in | his hand,
           ,      ,            ,            ,          ,
      To hurl | upon | their heads | that break | his law.
 
SECOND MURDERER
                   ,   ,           ,         ,         ,
130   And that / same ven|geance doth | he hurl | on thee,
            ,          ,        ,         ,       ,
      For false | forswea|ring and | for mur|der too:
             ,         ,          ,     ,      ,
      Thou didst | receive | the ho|ly sa|crament,
           ,          ,     3  3      ,         ,      ,
      To fight | in quar|rel of the house | of Lan|caster.
 
FIRST MURDERER
            ,        ,       ,         ,        ,
      And like | a trai|tor to | the name | of God,
              ,           ,          ,          ,     2      ,
135   Didst break | that vow,| and with | thy trea|cherous blade
          ,          ,       ,        ,   2        ,
      Unripst | the bow|els of | thy so|vereign's son.
 
SECOND MURDERER
             ,           ,         ,        ,        ,
      Whom thou | wast sworn | to che|rish and | defend.
 
FIRST MURDERER
            ,            ,            ,        ,        ,
      How canst | thou urge | God's^dread|ful law | to us,
             ,           ,              ,   ,        ,
      When thou | hast broke | it in / so dear | degree?
 
CLARENCE
        ,                 ,   ,              ,    ,
140   Alas!| For whose^/sake did | I that / ill deed?
           ,        ,        ,               ,    ,
      For Ed|ward, for | my bro|ther, for / his sake.
           ,         ,        ,       ,         ,
      He sends | ye not | to mur|der me | for this:
           ,         ,     ,           ,       ,
      For in | this sin | he is | as deep | as I.
          ,          ,     ,       ,          ,
      If God | will be | aven|ged for | the deed,
          ,         ,         ,        ,      ,
145   O know | you yet,| he doth | it pub|licly,
        T   T   .    T        ,          x        ,
      Take not the quar|rel from | his power|ful arm:
           ,         ,     ,        ,          ,
      He needs | no in|direct,| or law|less course,
          ,          ,            ,       ,       ,
      To cut | off those | that have | offen|ded him.
 
FIRST MURDERER
            ,           ,        ,      ,     ,
      Who made | thee then | a bloo|dy mi|nister,
            ,          ,         ,          ,    ,
150   When gal|lant-spring|ing brave | Planta|genet,
             ,        ,               ,     ,         ,
      That prince|ly no|vice was / struck dead | by thee?
 
CLARENCE
          ,           ,         ,       ,         ,
      My bro|ther's love,| the de|vil, and | my rage.
 
FIRST MURDERER
           ,           ,         ,      ,           ,
      Thy bro|ther's love,| our du|ty, and | thy faults,
           ,        ,       ,          ,         ,
      Provoke | us hi|ther now,| to slaugh|ter thee.
 
CLARENCE
          ,         ,        ,          ,         ,
155   If you | do love | my bro|ther, hate | not me:
         ,        ,         ,        ,          ,
      I am | his bro|ther, and | I love | him well.
          ,         ,           ,         ,       ,
      If you | be hired | for meed,| go back | again,
          ,          ,     ,    2      ,           ,
      And I | will send | you to my | brother | Gloucester,
            ,         ,         ,       ,         ,
      Who shall | reward | you bet|ter for | my life
            ,        ,         ,        ,        ,
160   Than Ed|ward will | for ti|dings of | my death.
 
SECOND MURDERER
       ,     2      ,            ,           ,           ,
      You are de|ceived, your | brother | Gloucester | hates you.
 
CLARENCE
          ,        ,          ,         ,          ,
      Oh no,| he loves | me, and | he holds | me dear:
       ,           ,          ,
      Go you | to him | from me.
 
BOTH
                                      ,        ,
                                 Aye so | we will.
 
CLARENCE
        ,          ,                ,       ,        ,
165   Tell him,| when that | our prince|ly fa|ther York
         ,            ,     ,                   ,   2    ,
      Blessed his | three sons / with his | victo|rious arm,
             ,       ,     2        ,         ,         ,
      And charged | us from his | soul to | love each | other,
       ,    2        ,           ,      ,         ,
      He little | thought of | this di|vided | friendship:
             ,          ,          ,         ,          ,
      Bid Glouce|ster think | of this,| and he | will weep.
 
FIRST MURDERER
       T    T    T       2    ,         ,        ,
170   Aye millstones,| as he les|soned us | to weep.
 
CLARENCE
         ,         ,       ,         ,        ,
      O do | not slan|der him,| for he | is kind.
 
FIRST MURDERER
        ,           ,        ,
      Right, as | snow in | harvest:
        ,             ,           ,
      Come, you | deceive | yourself:   (trimeter with prev)
            ,          ,      ,           ,          ,
      'Tis he | that sends | us to | destroy | you here.
 
CLARENCE
          ,       ,        ,       ,        ,        ->
175   It can|not be,| for he | bewept | my for||tune,
       ,       ,          2      ,          ,            ,
      And | hugged me | in his arms,| and swore | with sobs,
            ,          ,      ,      ,    ,
      That he | would la|bor my | deli|very.
 
SECOND MURDERER
           ,        ,          ,      ,       ,
      Why so | he doth,| when he | deli|vers you
        ,           ,      ,                   ,          x
      From this | earth's thral/dom, to | the joys | of heaven.
 
FIRST MURDERER
             ,           ,         ,          ,         ,
180   Make peace | with God,| for you | must die | my lord.
 
CLARENCE
            ,          ,     ,        ,          ,
      Have you | that ho|ly fee|ling in | your souls,
           ,       ,        ,         ,           ,
      To coun|sel me | to make | my peace | with God,
           ,         ,               ,    ,          ,
      And are | you yet | to your / own souls | so blind,
            ,          ,          ,        ,     2    ,
      That you | will war | with God,| by mur|dering me.
          ,        ,       ,         ,         ,
185   O sirs | consi|der, he | that set | you on
          ,          ,           ,         ,          ,
      To do | this deed | will hate | you for | the deed.
 
SECOND MURDERER
        ,              ,
      What shall | we do?
 
CLARENCE
                              ,          ,           ,
                          Relent,| and save | your souls:
        ,         ,         ,             ,        ,
      Which of | you, if | you were | a prin|ce's son,
        2     ,          ,     ,      ,       ,
190   Being pent | from li|berty,| as I | am now,
          ,          ,     2    ,          ,       ,        ___ ->
      If two | such^mur|derers as | yourselves | came to || you,
             ,        ,           ,        ,            , ->
      Would not | entreat | for life,| as you || would beg
            ,        ,        ,
      Were you | in my | distress.
 
FIRST MURDERER
      <-    ,     __         ,      ,        ,     ,
        Relent?|| No:| 'tis cow|ardly | and wo|manish.
 
CLARENCE
       ,    2     ,          ,        ,        ,  2
195   Not to re|lent, is | beastly,| savage,| devilish:
            ,        ,          ,     ,         ,
      My friend,| I spy | some pi|ty in | thy looks:
      ,              ,        ,        ,     ,
      O, if | thine^eye | be not | a flat|terer,
        ,          ,        ,             ,          ,
      Come thou | on my | side, and | entreat | for me,
         ,          ,           ,       ,       ,
      A beg|ging prince,| what beg|gar pi|ties not.
 
SECOND MURDERER
        ,       ,             ,
200   Look be|hind you,| my lord.   \\
 
FIRST MURDERER
             ,          ,        ,      ,              ,
      Take that,| and that:| if all | this will | not do,
             ,          ,         ,        ,        ,
      I'll drown | you in | the malm|sey-butt | within.
 
[Exit, with the body]
 
SECOND MURDERER
          ,       ,         ,     2   ,         ,
      A bloo|dy deed,| and des|perately | dispatched:
            ,         ,         ,         ,         ,
      How fain (like Pi|late) would | I wash | my hands
           ,           ,        ,       o   oo
205   Of this | most grie|vous mur|der.   |
 
[Re-enter FIRST MURDERER]
 
FIRST MURDERER
How now? What meanst thou that thou helpst me not? By heaven the duke shall know how slack you have been.
 
SECOND MURDERER
          ,          ,         ,         ,          ,       ->
      I would | he knew | that I | had saved | his bro||ther,
        ,        2     ,          ,          ,       ,
      Take | thou the fee,| and tell | him what | I say,
          ,       ,         ,          ,         ,
      For I | repent | me that | the duke | is slain.
 
[Exit]
 
FIRST MURDERER
          ,       ,       ,       ,         ,
      So do | not I:| go cow|ard as | thou art.
       ,             ,         ,           ,    ,
210   Now must | I hide | his bo|dy in / some hole,
         ,          ,          ,      ,         ,    2  ->
      Until | the duke | take^or|der for | his bu||rial:
       ,        2    ,         ,        ,      ,
      And | when I have | my meed,| I will | away,
            ,          ,          ,        ,          ,
      For this | will out,| and then | I must | not stay.
 
[Exeunt]

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