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Clar. Then, with a pause fill'd up with sighs,

Ask him how strong his guards are; but, above all,

Be sure t' apply inflaming corrosives:

Screw up his anger to the height, and make

His fears be double.

Officious friends and mediation

May else prove remedies.

Fid. Enough. If we

Do fail to act our parts to th' life in's tragedy,

May all those horrors that do threaten him

Fall upon us! Farewell.

Clar. So, my revenge

Flies high: the villain first shall kill his father;

And, while his hands are hot i' th' blood, this sword

Shall pierce him. Murder'd he shall sink quick to hell:

I will not give him leave t' unload himself

Of one poor single sin of thought;

But, lest he should wake out

Of's great security, and shun his fate,

I will rock him on.

Mischiefs are like the cockatrice's eye:

If they see first, they kill; if seen, they die.

King. And must the villain kill me too?

Flo. This very night.

King. Why, 'tis not possible:

What would he have had more? He had my heart,

And might have had all but the name of king.

O, heaven had tied so strict a friendship, we

Could not part with 't: I durst have thought that I

Had merited fidelity from him.

Fid. O my lord, let ne'er so many drops,

Sweet as the morning dew, fall on the sea,