Thou play’st with both hands, now I perceive well, But for to put all doubts aside, And to make him lese his hope, He shall die by dent of sword, Or else by choking rope. Shall he succeed when I am gone, To have more praise than I? Were he father, as brother mine, I swear that he shall die. To palace mine I will therefore, His death for to pursue. [_Exit._ AMBIDEXTER. Are ye gone? straightway I will follow you. How like ye now, my masters? doth not this gear cotton? The proverb old is verified, soon ripe and soon rotten. He will not be quiet, till his brother he kill’d: His delight is wholly to have his blood spill’d. Marry, sir, I told him a notable lie: If it were to do again, man, I durst do it, I. Marry, when I had done, to it I durst not stand: Thereby you may perceive I use to play with each hand. But how now, cousin Cutpurse? with whom play you? Take heed, for his hand is groping even now: Cousin, take heed, if ye do secretly grope; If ye be taken, cousin, ye must look through a rope. [_Exit_. _Enter_ LORD SMIRDIS _alone_. SMIRDIS. I am wand’ring alone, here and there to walk; The court is so unquiet, in it I take no joy: Solitary to myself now I may talk; If I could rule, I wist what to say. _Enter_ CRUELTY _and_ MURDER _with bloody hands_. CRUELTY. My coequal partner Murder, come away; From me long thou may’st not stay. MURDER. Yes, from thee I may stay, but not thou from me: Therefore I have a prerogative above thee. CRUELTY. But in this case we must together abide: Come, come; Lord Smirdis I have spied: Lay hands on him with all festination, That on him we may work our indignation. SMIRDIS. How now, my friends? What have you to do with me? MURDER. King Cambyses hath sent us unto thee, Commanding us straitly without mercy or favour, Upon thee to bestow our behaviour; With Cruelty to murder you, and make you away. [_Strike him in divers places._ SMIRDIS. Yet pardon me, I heartily you pray: Consider, the king is a tyrant tyrannious; And all his doings be damnable and pernicious: Favour me therefore, I did him never offend. CRUELTY. No favour at all; your life is at an end. Even now I strike his body to wound: Behold, now his blood springs out on the ground. [_A little bladder of vinegar pricked._ MURDER. Now he is dead, let us present him to the king. CRUELTY.