King. I bid thee kill him.[Walking.
Gril. So I mean to do.
Gril. Now I understand you; I should murder him:
I am your soldier, sir, but not your hangman.
King. Dost thou not hate him?
Gril. Yes.
King. Hast thou not said,
That he deserves it?
Gril. Yes; but how have I
Deserved to do a murder?
King. 'Tis no murder;
'Tis sovereign justice, urged from self-defence.
Gril. 'Tis all confest, and yet I dare not do't.