Volume Ix Part 115 (1/2)

THOM. At peace for what? For spending my inheritance?

By yonder sun that every soul has life by, As sure as thou hast life, I'll fight with thee.

SCAR. I'll not be mov'd unto't.

THOM. I'll kill thee then, wert thou now clasp'd Within thy mother, wife, or children's arms.

SCAR. Would'st, homicide? art so degenerate?

Then let my blood grow hot.

THOM. For it shall cool.

SCAR. To kill rather than be kill'd is manhood's rule.

_Enter_ JOHN SCARBOROW.

JOHN. Stay, let not your wraths meet.

THOM. Heart! what mak'st thou here?

JOHN. Say, who are you, or you? are you not one, That scarce can make a fit distinction Betwixt each other? Are you not brothers?

THOM. I renounce him.

SCAR. Shalt not need.

THOM. Give way.

SCAR. Have at thee!

JOHN. Who stirs? which of you both hath strength within his arm To wound his own breast? who's so desperate To d.a.m.n himself by killing of himself?

Are you not both one flesh?

THOM. Heart! give me way.

SCAR. Be not a bar betwixt us, or by my sword I'll[423] mete thy grave out.

JOHN. O, do: for G.o.d's sake, do; 'Tis happy death, if I may die, and you Not murder one another. O, do but hearken: When do the sun and moon, born in one frame, Contend, but they breed earthquakes in men's hearts?

When any star prodigiously appears, Tells it not fall of kings or fatal years?

And then, if brothers fight, what may men think?

Sin grows so high, 'tis time the world should sink.

SCAR. My heart grows cool again; I wish it not.

THOM. Stop not my fury, or by my life I swear.

I will reveal the robbery we have done, And take revenge on thee, That hinders me to take revenge on him.

JOHN. I yield to that; but ne'er consent to this, I shall then die, as mine own sin affords, Fall by the law, not by my brothers' swords.

THOM. Then, by that light that guides me here, I vow, I'll straight to Sir John Harcop, and make known We were the two that robb'd him.

JOHN. Prythee, do.