SCENE XXI.
Enter [418] the Captain of the Guard, and three Murderers.
Cap. Come on, sirs. What, are you resolutely bent, Hating the life and honour of the Guise? What, will you not fear, when you see him come?
First Murd. Fear him, said you? tush, were he here, we would kill him presently.
Sec. Murd. O that his heart were leaping in my hand!
Third Murd. But when will he come, that we may murder him?
Cap. Well, then, I see you are resolute.
First Murd. Let us alone; I warrant you.
Cap. Then, sirs, take your standings within this chamber;10 For anon the Guise will come.
All three Murderers. You will give us our money?