'Tis no matter, let it go. There's few or none will entertain it.

1. MUR. What if it come to thee again?

2. MUR. I'll not meddle with it, it makes a man a coward. A man cannot steal, but it accuseth him; a man cannot swear, but it checks him; a man cannot lie with his neighbor's wife, but it detects him. 'Tis a blushing shame-fac'd spirit that mutinies in a man's bosom. It fills a man full of obstacles. It made me once restore a purse of gold that (by chance) I found. It beggars any man that keeps it. It is turn'd out of towns and cities for a dangerous thing, and every man that means to live well endeavors to trust to himself and live without it.

1. MUR. ['Zounds,] 'tis even now at my elbow, persuading me not to kill the Duke.

2. MUR. Take the devil in thy mind, and believe him not; he would insinuate with thee but to make thee sigh.

1. MUR. I am strong-fram'd, he cannot prevail with me.

2. MUR. Spoke like a tall man that respects thy reputation. Come, shall we fall to work?

1. MUR. Take him on the costard with the hilts of thy sword, and then throw him into the malmsey-butt in the next room.

2. MUR. O excellent device! and make a sop of him.

1. MUR. Soft, he wakes.

2. MUR. Strike!

1. MUR.