Macdonald. Yes,
The Duke's a splendid paymaster.
Butler. All over
With that, my friends! His lucky stars are set. 35
Macdonald. And is that certain?
Butler. You have my word for it.
Devereux. His lucky fortunes all past by?
Butler. For ever.
He is as poor as we.
Macdonald. As poor as we?
Devereux. Macdonald, we'll desert him.
Butler. We'll desert him?
Full twenty thousand have done that already; [40]
We must do more, my countrymen! In short—
We—we must kill him.
Both. Kill him!