MURRAY.
I pray you fear me not.
Farewell. I would such things were not to do,
Or not for me; yea, not for any man.
[Exit.]
QUEEN.
Alas, what honor have I to give thanks?
I would he had denied me: I had held my peace
Thenceforth forever; but he wrung out the word,
Caught it before my lip, was fain of it—
It was his fault to put it in my mind,
Yea, and to feign a loathing of his fault.
Now is he about devising my love's death,
And nothing loth. Nay, since he must needs die,
Would he were dead and come alive again
And I might keep him safe. He doth live now
And I may do what love I will to him;
But by to-morrow he will be stark dead,
Stark slain and dead; and for no sort of love
Will he so much as kiss me half a kiss.
Were this to do I would not do it again.
[Reenter MURRAY.]
What, have you taken order? is it done?
It were impossible to do so soon.
Nay, answer me.
MURRAY.
Madam, I will not do it.
QUEEN.
How did you say? I pray, sir, speak again:
I know not what you said.
MURRAY.
I say I will not;
I have thought thereof, and have made up my heart
To have no part in this: look you to it.
QUEEN.
O, for God's sake! you will not have me shamed?
MURRAY.
I will not dip my hand into your sin.