35 And thou mis-shapen Dick, I tell ye all
I am your better, traitors as ye are:
And thou usurp’st my father’s right and mine.
[♦] K. Edw. Take that, thou likeness of this railer here. [Stabs him.
[♦] Glou. Sprawl’st thou? take that, to end thy agony. [Stabs him.
[40] Clar. And there’s for twitting me with perjury. [Stabs him.
Q. Mar. O, kill me too!
Glou. Marry, and shall. [Offers to kill her.
K. Edw. Hold, Richard, hold; for we have done too much.
[♦] Glou. Why should she live, to fill the world with words?