[♦] There’s nothing differs but the outward fame.
Enter the two Murderers.
[♦] First Murd. Ho! who’s here?
[85] Brak. In God’s name what are you, and how came you hither?
[♦] First Murd. I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs.
[♦] Brak. Yea, are you so brief?
[♦] Sec. Murd. O sir, it is better to be brief than tedious.
[90] Show him our commission; talk no more. [Brakenbury reads it.
Brak. I am in this commanded to deliver
The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands: