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No struggles can unlock, whose lifted dagger,
True to its aim, gives not a second stroke!

Ethw. (covering his face hastily.) Oh! must it needs be so!
(catching Alwy eagerly by the arm.) But hark thee well;
I will have no foul butch'ry done upon him.

Alwy. It shall be done, e'en to the smallest tittle,
As you yourself shall order.

Ethw. Nay, nay! do thou contrive the fashion of it,
I've done enough.

Alwy. But good, my Lord! cast it not from you thus:
There must be warrant and authority
For such a deed, and strong protection too.

Ethw. Well, well, thou hast it all; thou hast my word.

Alwy. Ay, but the murder'd corse must be inspected,
That no deceit be fear'd, nor after doubts;
Nor bold impostors rising in the North,
Protected by your treach'rous Thanes, and plum'd,
To scare you afterwards with Edward's name.

Ethw. Have not thine eyes on bloody death oft look'd?
Do it thy self.

Alwy. If you, my Lord, will put this trust in me,
Swear that when after-rumours shall arise,
As like there may, your faith will be unshaken.