[♦] How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands
[270] Of this most grievous guilty murder done!
Re-enter First Murderer.
[♦] First Murd. How now! what mean’st thou, that thou help’st me not?
[♦] By heavens, the duke shall know how slack thou art!
Sec. Murd. I would he knew that I had saved his brother!
Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say;
275 For I repent me that the duke is slain. [Exit.
First Murd. So do not I: go, coward as thou art.
[♦] Now must I hide his body in some hole,