Gan. And with deathe.
Gab. Ha! oh is he murderd then?
Gan. Does that amaze you?
Yes I have murderd hym & it becomes
The gloryous parte of conquerynge my selfe,
To say hereafter, when I would relate
A storye worth attentyon, that thys hande,
Thys constant ryght hand, did deliver me
In spyghte of dottage & my naturall pittye.
Gab. O you are falne into the bloodyest cryme That ever tyrant threatned.
Gan. Idle feare.
Gab. Come, y'are a vyllayne & most bloodye slave,
One that your spotted synns make odyous,
For Rychard was all good & vertuous.
Dispayre nowe maks me honest & Ile speake
Truthe with true testymonye, for here it comes.
Enter Eldegrade.
We twoe contryved & wrytt these charracters,
By Heaven we did; twas onlye we that spreade
The poyson of debate & stryfe betwyxt you.
On us, base man, tourne thy most bloodye edge,
For thou hast slayne the noblest inocent.
Gan. Thyne owne invockt cursse ceaze thee,
[He runns at Gab., and Elde. stepps between?, & he kills both.