[♦] Sec. Murd. Spoke like a tall fellow that respects his [♦] reputation. Come, shall we to this gear?
[150] First Murd. Take him over the costard with the hilts [♦] of thy sword, and then we will chop him in the malmsey-butt in the next room.
[♦] Sec. Murd. O excellent device! make a sop of him.
[♦] First Murd. Hark! he stirs: shall I strike?
155 Sec. Murd. No, first let’s reason with him.
Clar. Where art thou, keeper? give me a cup of wine.
[♦] Sec. Murd. You shall have wine enough, my lord, anon.
[♦] Clar. In God’s name, what art thou?
[♦] Sec. Murd. A man, as you are.
160 Clar. But not, as I am, royal.