[♦] First Mur. Run to my Lord of Suffolk; let him know
We have dispatch’d the duke, as he commanded.
Sec. Mur. O that it were to do! What have we done?
[♦] Didst ever hear a man so penitent?
Enter SUFFOLK.
[5] First Mur. Here comes my lord.
Suf. Now, sirs, have you dispatch’d this thing?
First Mur. Ay, my good lord, he’s dead.
Suf. Why, that’s well said. Go, get you to my house;
I will reward you for this venturous deed.