[♦] Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.
[♦] Clar. Oh, if you love my brother, hate not me;
I am his brother, and I love him well.
[♦] If you be hired for meed, go back again,
225 And I will send you to my brother Gloucester,
[♦] Who shall reward you better for my life
Than Edward will for tidings of my death.
[♦] Sec. Murd. You are deceived, your brother Gloucester hates you.
Clar. O, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear:
Go you to him from me.