SECOND MURDERER.
Strike!
FIRST MURDERER.
No, we’ll reason with him.
CLARENCE.
Where art thou, keeper? Give me a cup of wine.
SECOND MURDERER.
You shall have wine enough, my lord, anon.
CLARENCE.
In God’s name, what art thou?
FIRST MURDERER.
A man, as you are.
CLARENCE.
But not as I am, royal.
SECOND MURDERER.
Nor you as we are, loyal.
CLARENCE.
Thy voice is thunder, but thy looks are humble.
FIRST MURDERER.
My voice is now the King’s, my looks mine own.