THOM. I renounce him.
SCAR. Shalt not need.
THOM. Give way.
SCAR. Have at thee!
JOHN. Who stirs? which of you both hath strength within his arm
To wound his own breast? who's so desperate
To damn himself by killing of himself?
Are you not both one flesh?
THOM. Heart! give me way.
SCAR. Be not a bar betwixt us, or by my sword
I'll[423] mete thy grave out.
JOHN. O, do: for God's sake, do;
'Tis happy death, if I may die, and you
Not murder one another. O, do but hearken:
When do the sun and moon, born in one frame,
Contend, but they breed earthquakes in men's hearts?
When any star prodigiously appears,
Tells it not fall of kings or fatal years?
And then, if brothers fight, what may men think?
Sin grows so high, 'tis time the world should sink.
SCAR. My heart grows cool again; I wish it not.
THOM. Stop not my fury, or by my life I swear.
I will reveal the robbery we have done,
And take revenge on thee,
That hinders me to take revenge on him.