Second Murderer Whom thou wert sworn to cherish and defend.
First Murderer How canst thou urge God's dreadful law to us,
When thou hast broke it in so dear degree?
CLARENCE Alas! for whose sake did I that ill deed?
For Edward, for my brother, for his sake: Why, sirs,
He sends ye not to murder me for this
For in this sin he is as deep as I.
If God will be revenged for this deed.
O, know you yet, he doth it publicly,
Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm;
He needs no indirect nor lawless course
To cut off those that have offended him.
First Murderer Who made thee, then, a bloody minister,
When gallant-springing brave Plantagenet,
That princely novice, was struck dead by thee?
CLARENCE My brother's love, the devil, and my rage.
First Murderer Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy fault,
Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.
CLARENCE Oh, if you love my brother, hate not me;
I am his brother, and I love him well.
If you be hired for meed, go back again,
And I will send you to my brother Gloucester,
Who shall reward you better for my life
Than Edward will for tidings of my death.
Second Murderer You are deceived, your brother Gloucester hates you.
CLARENCE O, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear:
Go you to him from me.
Both Ay, so we will.
CLARENCE Tell him, when that our princely father York
Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm,
And charged us from his soul to love each other,
He little thought of this divided friendship:
Bid Gloucester think of this, and he will weep.
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