of you, if you were a prince's son, Being pent from liberty, as I am now, if two such murderers as yourselves came to you, Would not entreat for life? 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? Look behind you, my lord. Take that, and that: if all this will not do, I'll drown you in the malmsey-butt within. A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch'd! How fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands Of this most grievous guilty murder done! How now! what mean'st thou, that thou help'st me not? By heavens, the duke shall know how slack thou art! I would he knew that I had saved his brother! Take thou the fee, and tell him what I say; For I repent me that the duke is slain. So do not I: go, coward as thou art. Now must I hide his body in some hole, Until the duke take order for his burial: And when I have my meed, I must away; For this will out, and here I must not stay. Why, so: now have I done a good day's work: You peers, continue this united league: I every day expect an embassage From my Redeemer to redeem me hence; And now in peace my soul shall part to heaven, Since I have set my friends at peace on earth. Rivers and Hastings, take each other's hand; Dissemble not your hatred, swear your love. By heaven, my heart is purged from grudging hate: And with my hand I seal my true heart's love. So thrive I, as I truly swear the like! Take heed you dally not before your king; Lest he that is the supreme King of kings Confound your hidden falsehood, and award Either of you to be the other's end. So prosper I, as I swear perfect love! And I, as I love Hastings with my heart! Madam, yourself are not exempt in this, Nor your son Dorset, Buckingham, nor you; You have been factious one against the other, Wife, love Lord Hastings, let him kiss your hand; And what you do, do it unfeignedly. Here, Hastings; I will never more remember Our former hatred, so thrive I and mine! Dorset, embrace him; Hastings, love lord marquess. This interchange of love, I here protest, Upon my part shall be unviolable. And so swear I, my lord Now