Tir.
Come, Gentlemen:
Have you concluded on the means?

Digh.
Smothering will make no noise, Sir.

Tir.
Let it be done i'th' dark: For shou'd you see
Their young faces, who knows how far their looks
Of Innocence may tempt you into pity.

For.
'Tis ease and living well makes Innocence:
I hate a face less guilty than my own:
Were all that now seem Honest deep as we
In trouble and in want they'd all be Rogues.

Tir.
Stand back—Lieutenant, have you brought the Keys? Enter Lieutenant.

Lieu.
I have 'em, Sir.

Tir.
Then here's your warrant to deliver 'em. (gives a Ring.

Lieu.
Your Servant, Sir.—
What can this mean? Why, at this dead of night to
Give 'em too?—'Tis not for me t'enquire. (Ex. Lieu.

Tir.
There, Gentlemen: (Giving them the Keys.
That way! You have no farther need of me. (Ex. severally.

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