Would not entreat for life?
[260] My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks;
[♦] O, if thine eye be not a flatterer,
Come thou on my side, and entreat for me,
As you would beg, were you in my distress:
A begging prince what beggar pities not?
[265] Sec. Murd. Look behind you, my lord.
[♦] First Murd. Take that, and that: if all this will not do, [Stabs him.
[♦] I’ll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. [Exit, with the body.
[♦] Sec. Murd. A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch’d!