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Stand out: whither goe you? Buz. To stand out. Clark. Stand there. Mac. Now what can he say? Hen. First, my Lord, heare mee: My brother & I lying in one bed together, And he just under us Buz. In my fleabitten Trundle bed. Clark. Peace, sirra. Hen. About midnight I awaking, And this Buzzano too, my brother in his sleepe Thus cryde out, "Oh, twas I that murtherd him, This hand that killd him"!
I never spake with a distracted voice; Nere fell to him on my knees; spake of no father, No murtherd father. He's alive as I am, And some foule divell stands at the fellowes elbow, Jogging him to this mischefe. The Villaine belyes me, And on my knees, my lord, I beg that I And my white Innocence may tread the path Beaten out before us by that man, my brother.
Then, when in's chamber we were going to bed, He suddenly lookd wild, catchd me by the hand And, falling on his knees, with a pale face And troubled conscience he confessed he killd him, Nay, swore he basely murtherd him. Mac. What say you to this? Alq. Now he comes close up to you. Man. He is my murtherer For I am none, so lett my Innocence guard me.
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