Cla. Monster!
Rog. Dog-killer!
Cla. Fencer!
[They bustle.
Duke. Part them, part ’em!
Rog. Hang us, and quarter us; we shall ne’er be parted till then.
Duke. You do confess the murder done by both?
Cla. [Aside] But that I would not have the slave laugh at me,
And count me a coward, I have a good mind to live.
But I am resolute: ’tis but a turn.—
I do confess.
Rog. So do I. 103
Pronounce our doom, we are prepared to die.
1st Sen. We sentence you to hang till you be dead;
Since you were men eminent in place and worth,
We give a Christian burial to you both.