Sec. Murd. The urging of that word ‘judgement’ hath bred a kind of remorse in me.
[♦] First Murd. What, art thou afraid?
[110] Sec. Murd. Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; [♦] but to be damned for killing him, from which no warrant [♦] can defend us.
[♦] First Murd. I thought thou hadst been resolute.
Sec. Murd. So I am, to let him live.
[115] First Murd. Back to the Duke of Gloucester, tell him so.
[♦] Sec. Murd. I pray thee, stay a while: I hope my holy [♦] humour will change; ’twas wont to hold me but while one [♦] would tell twenty.
120 First Murd. How dost thou feel thyself now?
[♦] Sec. Murd. Faith, some certain dregs of conscience are yet within me.
[♦] First Murd. Remember our reward, when the deed is done.