[♦] If God will be revenged for this deed,
[♦] O, know you yet, he doth it publicly:
Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm;
[♦] He needs no indirect nor lawless course
215 To cut off those that have offended him.
First Murd. Who made thee then a bloody minister,
[♦] When gallant-springing brave Plantagenet,
[♦] That princely novice, was struck dead by thee?
Clar. My brother’s love, the devil, and my rage.
[220] First Murd. Thy brother’s love, our duty, and thy fault,