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Reference: h3v - Histories, p. 74

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The Life of Henry the Fift. Nym. I shall haue my Noble? Pist. In cash, most iustly payd. Nym.

Well, then that the humor of't.

Enter Hostesse. Host.

As euer you come of women, come in quickly

[600]

to sir Iohn: A poore heart, hee is so shak'd of a burning

quotidian Tertian, that it is most lamentable to behold.

Sweet men, come to him.

Nym.

The King hath run bad humors on the Knight,

that's the euen of it.

Pist.
[605]

Nym, thou hast spoke the right, his heart is fra-

cted and corroborate.

Nym.

The King is a good King, but it must bee as it

may: he passes some humors, and carreeres.

Pist.

Let vs condole the Knight, for (Lambekins) we

[610]

will liue.

[Act 2, Scene 2] Enter Exeter, Bedford, & Westmerland. Bed

Fore God his Grace is bold to trust these traitors

Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by. West. How smooth and euen they do bear themselues, As if allegeance in their bosomes sate
[615]
Crowned with faith, and constant loyalty.
Bed. The King hath note of all that they intend, By interception, which they dreame not of. Exe. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow, Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious fauours;
[620]
That he should for a forraigne purse, so sell His Soueraignes life to death and treachery.
Sound Trumpets. Enter the King, Scroope, Cambridge, and Gray. King. Now sits the winde faire, and we will aboord. My Lord of Cambridge, and my kinde Lord of Masham, And you my gentle Knight, giue me your thoughts:
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Thinke you not that the powres we beare with vs Will cut their passage through the force of France? Doing the execution, and the acte, For which we haue in head assembled them.
Scro.

No doubt my Liege, if each man do his best.

King.
[630]
I doubt not that, since we are well perswaded We carry not a heart with vs from hence, That growes not in a faire consent with ours: Nor leaue not one behinde, that doth not wish Successe and Conquest to attend on vs.
Cam.
[635]
Neuer was Monarch better fear'd and lou'd, Then is your Maiesty; there's not I thinke a subiect That sits in heart-greefe and vneasinesse Vnder the sweet shade of your gouernment.
Kni. True: those that were your Fathers enemies,
[640]
Haue steep'd their gauls in hony, and do serue you With hearts create of duty, and of zeale.
King. We therefore haue great cause of thankfulnes, And shall forget the office of our hand Sooner then quittance of desert and merit,
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According to the weight and worthinesse.
Scro. So seruice shall with steeled sinewes toyle, And labour shall refresh it selfe with hope To do your Grace incessant seruices. King. We Iudge no lesse. Vnkle of Exeter,
[650]
Inlarge the man committed yesterday, That rayl'd against our person: We consider It was excesse of Wine that set him on, And on his more aduice, We pardon him.
Scro. That's mercy, but too much security:
[655]
Let him be punish'd Soueraigne, least example Breed (by his sufferance) more of such a kind.
King. O let vs yet be mercifull.

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Cam. So may your Highnesse, and yet punish too. Grey. Sir, you shew great mercy if you giue him life,
[660]
After the taste of much correction.
King. Alas, your too much loue and care of me, Are heauy Orisons 'gainst this poore wretch: If little faults proceeding on distemper, Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye
[665]
When capitall crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and digested, Appeare before vs? Wee'l yet inlarge that man, Though Cambridge, Scroope, and Gray, in their deere care And tender preseruation of our person Wold haue him punish'd. And now to our French causes,
[670]
Who are the late Commissioners?
Cam. I one my Lord, Your Highnesse bad me aske for it to day. Scro.

So did you me my Liege.

Gray.

And I my Royall Soueraigne.

King.
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Then Richard Earle of Cambridge, there is yours: There yours Lord Scroope of Masham, and Sir Knight: Gray of Northumberland, this same is yours: Reade them, and know I know your worthinesse. My Lord of Westmerland, and Vnkle Exeter,
[680]
We will aboord to night. Why how now Gentlemen? What see you in those papers, that you loose So much complexion? Looke ye how they change: Their cheekes are paper. Why, what reade you there, That haue so cowarded and chac'd your blood
[685]
Out of apparance.
Cam. I do confesse my fault, And do submit me to your Highnesse mercy. Gray. Scro. To which we all appeale. King. The mercy that was quicke in vs but late,
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By your owne counsaile is supprest and kill'd: You must not dare (for shame) to talke of mercy, For your owne reasons turne into your bosomes, As dogs vpon their maisters, worrying you: See you my Princes, and my Noble Peeres,
[695]
These English monsters: My Lord of Cambridge heere, You know how apt our loue was, to accord To furnish with all appertinents Belonging to his Honour; and this man, Hath for a few light Crownes, lightly conspir'd
[700]
And sworne vnto the practises of France. To kill vs heere in Hampton. To the which, This Knight no lesse for bounty bound to Vs Then Cambridge is, hath likewise sworne. But O, What shall I say to thee Lord Scroope, thou cruell,
[705]
Ingratefull, sauage, and inhumane Creature? Thou that didst beare the key of all my counsailes, That knew'st the very bottome of my soule, That (almost ) might'st haue coyn'd me into Golde, Would'ft Would'st thou haue practis'd on me, for thy vse?
[710]
May it be possible, that forraigne hyer Could out of thee extract one sparke of euill That might annoy my finger? 'Tis so strange, That though the truth of it stands off as grosse As blacke and white, my eye will scarsely see it.
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Treason, and murther, euer kept together, As two yoake diuels sworne to eythers purpose, Working so grossely in an naturall cause, That admiration did not hoope at them. But thou (gainst all proportion) didst bring in
[720]
Wonder to waite on treason, and on murther: And whatsoeuer cunning fiend it was That wrought vpon thee so preposterously, Hath got the voyce in hell for excellence: And

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[Act 2, Scene 2] Enter Exeter, Bedford, & Westmerland. Bed

Fore God his Grace is bold to trust these traitors

Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by. West. How smooth and euen they do bear themselues, As if allegeance in their bosomes sate
[615]
Crowned with faith, and constant loyalty.
Bed. The King hath note of all that they intend, By interception, which they dreame not of. Exe. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow, Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious fauours;
[620]
That he should for a forraigne purse, so sell His Soueraignes life to death and treachery.
Sound Trumpets. Enter the King, Scroope, Cambridge, and Gray. King. Now sits the winde faire, and we will aboord. My Lord of Cambridge, and my kinde Lord of Masham, And you my gentle Knight, giue me your thoughts:
[625]
Thinke you not that the powres we beare with vs Will cut their passage through the force of France? Doing the execution, and the acte, For which we haue in head assembled them.
Scro.

No doubt my Liege, if each man do his best.

King.
[630]
I doubt not that, since we are well perswaded We carry not a heart with vs from hence, That growes not in a faire consent with ours: Nor leaue not one behinde, that doth not wish Successe and Conquest to attend on vs.
Cam.
[635]
Neuer was Monarch better fear'd and lou'd, Then is your Maiesty; there's not I thinke a subiect That sits in heart-greefe and vneasinesse Vnder the sweet shade of your gouernment.
Kni. True: those that were your Fathers enemies,
[640]
Haue steep'd their gauls in hony, and do serue you With hearts create of duty, and of zeale.
King. We therefore haue great cause of thankfulnes, And shall forget the office of our hand Sooner then quittance of desert and merit,
[645]
According to the weight and worthinesse.
Scro. So seruice shall with steeled sinewes toyle, And labour shall refresh it selfe with hope To do your Grace incessant seruices. King. We Iudge no lesse. Vnkle of Exeter,
[650]
Inlarge the man committed yesterday, That rayl'd against our person: We consider It was excesse of Wine that set him on, And on his more aduice, We pardon him.
Scro. That's mercy, but too much security:
[655]
Let him be punish'd Soueraigne, least example Breed (by his sufferance) more of such a kind.
King. O let vs yet be mercifull. Cam. So may your Highnesse, and yet punish too. Grey. Sir, you shew great mercy if you giue him life,
[660]
After the taste of much correction.
King. Alas, your too much loue and care of me, Are heauy Orisons 'gainst this poore wretch: If little faults proceeding on distemper, Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye
[665]
When capitall crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and digested, Appeare before vs? Wee'l yet inlarge that man, Though Cambridge, Scroope, and Gray, in their deere care And tender preseruation of our person Wold haue him punish'd. And now to our French causes,
[670]
Who are the late Commissioners?
Cam. I one my Lord, Your Highnesse bad me aske for it to day. Scro.

So did you me my Liege.

Gray.

And I my Royall Soueraigne.

King.
[675]
Then Richard Earle of Cambridge, there is yours: There yours Lord Scroope of Masham, and Sir Knight: Gray of Northumberland, this same is yours: Reade them, and know I know your worthinesse. My Lord of Westmerland, and Vnkle Exeter,
[680]
We will aboord to night. Why how now Gentlemen? What see you in those papers, that you loose So much complexion? Looke ye how they change: Their cheekes are paper. Why, what reade you there, That haue so cowarded and chac'd your blood
[685]
Out of apparance.
Cam. I do confesse my fault, And do submit me to your Highnesse mercy. Gray. Scro. To which we all appeale. King. The mercy that was quicke in vs but late,
[690]
By your owne counsaile is supprest and kill'd: You must not dare (for shame) to talke of mercy, For your owne reasons turne into your bosomes, As dogs vpon their maisters, worrying you: See you my Princes, and my Noble Peeres,
[695]
These English monsters: My Lord of Cambridge heere, You know how apt our loue was, to accord To furnish with all appertinents Belonging to his Honour; and this man, Hath for a few light Crownes, lightly conspir'd
[700]
And sworne vnto the practises of France. To kill vs heere in Hampton. To the which, This Knight no lesse for bounty bound to Vs Then Cambridge is, hath likewise sworne. But O, What shall I say to thee Lord Scroope, thou cruell,
[705]
Ingratefull, sauage, and inhumane Creature? Thou that didst beare the key of all my counsailes, That knew'st the very bottome of my soule, That (almost ) might'st haue coyn'd me into Golde, Would'ft Would'st thou haue practis'd on me, for thy vse?
[710]
May it be possible, that forraigne hyer Could out of thee extract one sparke of euill That might annoy my finger? 'Tis so strange, That though the truth of it stands off as grosse As blacke and white, my eye will scarsely see it.
[715]
Treason, and murther, euer kept together, As two yoake diuels sworne to eythers purpose, Working so grossely in an naturall cause, That admiration did not hoope at them. But thou (gainst all proportion) didst bring in
[720]
Wonder to waite on treason, and on murther: And whatsoeuer cunning fiend it was That wrought vpon thee so preposterously, Hath got the voyce in hell for excellence: And other diuels that suggest by treasons
[725]
Do botch and bungle vp damnation, With patches, colours, and with formes being fetcht From glist'ring semblances of piety: But he that temper'd thee, bad thee stand vp, Gaue thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason,
[730]
Vnlesse to dub thee with the name of Traitor. If that same Dæmon that hath gull'd thee thus, Should with his Lyon-gate walke the whole world, He might returne to vastie Tartar backe, And tell the Legions, I can neuer win
[735]
A soule so easie as that Englishmans. Oh, how hast thou with iealousie infected The sweetnesse of affiance? Shew men dutifull, Why so didst thou: seeme they graue and learned? Why so didst thou. Come they of Noble Family?
[740]
Why so didst thou. Seeme they religious? Why so didst thou. Or are they spare in diet, Free from grosse passion, or of mirth, or anger, Constant in spirit, not sweruing with the blood, Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement,
[745]
Not working with the eye, without the eare, And but in purged iudgement trusting neither, Such and so finely boulted didst thou seeme: And thus thy fall hath left a kinde of blot, To make thee full fraught man, and best indued
[750]
With some suspition, I will weepe for thee. For this reuolt of thine, me thinkes is like Another fall of Man. Their faults are open, Arrest them to the answer of the Law, And God acquit them of their practises.
Exe.
[755]

I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of

Richard Earle of Cambridge.

I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of Thomas

Lord Scroope of Marsham.

I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of Thomas Grey , Knight of Northumberland.

Scro. Our purposes, God iustly hath discouer'd, And I repent my fault more then my death, Which I beseech your Highnesse to forgiue, Although my body pay the price of it. Cam.
[765]
For me, the Gold of France did not seduce, Although I did admit it as a motiue, The sooner to effect what I intended: But God be thanked for preuention, Which in sufferance heartily will reioyce,
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Beseeching God, and you, to pardon mee.
Gray. Neuer did faithfull subiect more reioyce At the discouery of most dangerous Treason, Then I do at this houre ioy ore my selfe, Preuented from a damned enterprize;
[775]
My fault, but not my body, pardon Soueraigne.
King. God quit you in his mercy: Hear your sentence You haue conspir'd against Our Royall person, Ioyn'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his Coffers, Receyu'd the Golden Earnest of Our death:
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Wherein you would haue sold your King to slaughter, His Princes, and his Peeres to seruitude, His Subiects to oppression, and contempt, And his whole Kingdome into desolation: Touching our person, seeke we no reuenge,
[785]
But we our Kingdomes safety must so tender, Whose ruine you sought, that to her Lawes We do deliuer you. Get you therefore hence, (Poore miserable wretches) to your death: The taste whereof, God of his mercy giue
[790]
You patience to indure, and true Repentance Of all your deare offences. Beare them hence. Exit. Now Lords for France: the enterprise whereof Shall be to you as vs, like glorious. We doubt not of a faire and luckie Warre,
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Since God so graciously hath brought to light This dangerous Treason, lurking in our way, To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now, But euery Rubbe is smoothed on our way. Then forth, deare Countreymen: Let vs deliuer
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Our Puissance into the hand of God, Putting it straight in expedition. Chearely to Sea, the signes of Warre aduance, No King of England, if not King of France.
Flourish.
 

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      <l n="646">So seruice shall with steeled sinewes toyle,</l>
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      <l n="648">To do your Grace incessant seruices.</l>
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      <l n="654">That's mercy, but too much security:</l>
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      <l n="681">What see you in those papers, that you loose</l>
      <l n="682">So much complexion? Looke ye how they change:</l>
      <l n="683">Their cheekes are paper. Why, what reade you there,</l>
      <l n="684">That haue so cowarded and chac'd your blood</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Gray. Scro.</speaker>
      <l n="688">To which we all appeale.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-h5-hen">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="689">The mercy that was quicke in vs but late,</l>
      <l n="690">By your owne counsaile is supprest and kill'd:</l>
      <l n="691">You must not dare (for shame) to talke of mercy,</l>
      <l n="692">For your owne reasons turne into your bosomes,</l>
      <l n="693">As dogs vpon their maisters, worrying you:</l>
      <l n="694">See you my Princes, and my Noble Peeres,</l>
      <l n="695">These English monsters: My Lord of<hi rend="italic">Cambridge</hi>heere,</l>
      <l n="696">You know how apt our loue was, to accord</l>
      <l n="697">To furnish with all appertinents</l>
      <l n="698">Belonging to his Honour; and this man,</l>
      <l n="699">Hath for a few light Crownes, lightly conspir'd</l>
      <l n="700">And sworne vnto the practises of France.</l>
      <l n="701">To kill vs heere in Hampton. To the which,</l>
      <l n="702">This Knight no lesse for bounty bound to Vs</l>
      <l n="703">Then Cambridge is, hath likewise sworne. But O,</l>
      <l n="704">What shall I say to thee Lord<hi rend="italic">Scroope</hi>, thou cruell,</l>
      <l n="705">Ingratefull, sauage, and inhumane Creature?</l>
      <l n="706">Thou that didst beare the key of all my counsailes,</l>
      <l n="707">That knew'st the very bottome of my soule,</l>
      <l n="708">That (almost<hi rend="italic">)</hi>might'st haue coyn'd me into Golde,</l>
      <l n="709">
         <choice>
            <orig>Would'ft</orig>
            <corr>Would'st</corr>
         </choice>thou haue practis'd on me, for thy vse?</l>
      <l n="710">May it be possible, that forraigne hyer</l>
      <l n="711">Could out of thee extract one sparke of euill</l>
      <l n="712">That might annoy my finger? 'Tis so strange,</l>
      <l n="713">That though the truth of it stands off as grosse</l>
      <l n="714">As blacke and white, my eye will scarsely see it.</l>
      <l n="715">Treason, and murther, euer kept together,</l>
      <l n="716">As two yoake diuels sworne to eythers purpose,</l>
      <l n="717">Working so grossely in an naturall cause,</l>
      <l n="718">That admiration did not hoope at them.</l>
      <l n="719">But thou (gainst all proportion) didst bring in</l>
      <l n="720">Wonder to waite on treason, and on murther:</l>
      <l n="721">And whatsoeuer cunning fiend it was</l>
      <l n="722">That wrought vpon thee so preposterously,</l>
      <l n="723">Hath got the voyce in hell for excellence:</l>
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      <l n="724">And other diuels that suggest by treasons</l>
      <l n="725">Do botch and bungle vp damnation,</l>
      <l n="726">With patches, colours, and with formes being fetcht</l>
      <l n="727">From glist'ring semblances of piety:</l>
      <l n="728">But he that temper'd thee, bad thee stand vp,</l>
      <l n="729">Gaue thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason,</l>
      <l n="730">Vnlesse to dub thee with the name of Traitor.</l>
      <l n="731">If that same Dæmon that hath gull'd thee thus,</l>
      <l n="732">Should with his Lyon-gate walke the whole world,</l>
      <l n="733">He might returne to vastie Tartar backe,</l>
      <l n="734">And tell the Legions, I can neuer win</l>
      <l n="735">A soule so easie as that Englishmans.</l>
      <l n="736">Oh, how hast thou with iealousie infected</l>
      <l n="737">The sweetnesse of affiance? Shew men dutifull,</l>
      <l n="738">Why so didst thou: seeme they graue and learned?</l>
      <l n="739">Why so didst thou. Come they of Noble Family?</l>
      <l n="740">Why so didst thou. Seeme they religious?</l>
      <l n="741">Why so didst thou. Or are they spare in diet,</l>
      <l n="742">Free from grosse passion, or of mirth, or anger,</l>
      <l n="743">Constant in spirit, not sweruing with the blood,</l>
      <l n="744">Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement,</l>
      <l n="745">Not working with the eye, without the eare,</l>
      <l n="746">And but in purged iudgement trusting neither,</l>
      <l n="747">Such and so finely boulted didst thou seeme:</l>
      <l n="748">And thus thy fall hath left a kinde of blot,</l>
      <l n="749">To make thee full fraught man, and best indued</l>
      <l n="750">With some suspition, I will weepe for thee.</l>
      <l n="751">For this reuolt of thine, me thinkes is like</l>
      <l n="752">Another fall of Man. Their faults are open,</l>
      <l n="753">Arrest them to the answer of the Law,</l>
      <l n="754">And God acquit them of their practises.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-exe">
      <speaker rend="italic">Exe.</speaker>
      <p n="755">I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of
      <lb n="756"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Richard</hi>Earle of<hi rend="italic">Cambridge.</hi>
      </p>
      <p n="757">I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of<hi rend="italic">Thomas</hi>
         
      <lb n="758"/>Lord<hi rend="italic">Scroope</hi>of<hi rend="italic">Marsham</hi>.</p>
      <p n="759">I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of<hi rend="italic">Thomas
      <lb n="760"/>Grey</hi>, Knight of<hi rend="italic">Northumberland</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-scr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Scro.</speaker>
      <l n="761">Our purposes, God iustly hath discouer'd,</l>
      <l n="762">And I repent my fault more then my death,</l>
      <l n="763">Which I beseech your Highnesse to forgiue,</l>
      <l n="764">Although my body pay the price of it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-cam">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cam.</speaker>
      <l n="765">For me, the Gold of France did not seduce,</l>
      <l n="766">Although I did admit it as a motiue,</l>
      <l n="767">The sooner to effect what I intended:</l>
      <l n="768">But God be thanked for preuention,</l>
      <l n="769">Which in sufferance heartily will reioyce,</l>
      <l n="770">Beseeching God, and you, to pardon mee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-gre">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gray.</speaker>
      <l n="771">Neuer did faithfull subiect more reioyce</l>
      <l n="772">At the discouery of most dangerous Treason,</l>
      <l n="773">Then I do at this houre ioy ore my selfe,</l>
      <l n="774">Preuented from a damned enterprize;</l>
      <l n="775">My fault, but not my body, pardon Soueraigne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h5-hen">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="776">God quit you in his mercy: Hear your sentence</l>
      <l n="777">You haue conspir'd against Our Royall person,</l>
      <l n="778">Ioyn'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his Coffers,</l>
      <l n="779">Receyu'd the Golden Earnest of Our death:</l>
      <l n="780">Wherein you would haue sold your King to slaughter,</l>
      <l n="781">His Princes, and his Peeres to seruitude,</l>
      <l n="782">His Subiects to oppression, and contempt,</l>
      <l n="783">And his whole Kingdome into desolation:</l>
      <l n="784">Touching our person, seeke we no reuenge,</l>
      <l n="785">But we our Kingdomes safety<c rend="inverted">m</c>ust so tender,</l>
      <l n="786">Whose ruine you sought, that to her Lawes</l>
      <l n="787">We do deliuer you. Get you therefore hence,</l>
      <l n="788">(Poore miserable wretches) to your death:</l>
      <l n="789">The taste whereof, God of his mercy giue</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="790">You patience to indure, and true Repentance</l>
      <l n="791">Of all your deare offences. Beare them hence.</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
      <l n="792">Now Lords for France: the enterprise whereof</l>
      <l n="793">Shall be to you as vs, like glorious.</l>
      <l n="794">We doubt not of a faire and luckie Warre,</l>
      <l n="795">Since God so graciously hath brought to light</l>
      <l n="796">This dangerous Treason, lurking in our way,</l>
      <l n="797">To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now,</l>
      <l n="798">But euery Rubbe is smoothed on our way.</l>
      <l n="799">Then forth, deare Countreymen: Let vs deliuer</l>
      <l n="800">Our Puissance into the hand of God,</l>
      <l n="801">Putting it straight in expedition.</l>
      <l n="802">Chearely to Sea, the signes of Warre aduance,</l>
      <l n="803">No King of England, if not King of France.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Flourish.</stage>
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